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College Tales
By Simon Peter
My college years were not really that eventful. My Omar experience during my sophomore year was probably one of only two memorable and gratifying (sexually) instances of my campus life. I had met Omar and we had enjoyed each other to the extreme during my sophomore year when I was still living in the dorms. The following year, being an exchange student from the Sudan, Omar had had to go back to his country. I keep thinking what if Omar had been able to stay? Would we still be together today?
Hmmm.
Starting my junior year, I wasn't really too expectant about new exciting relationships now that Omar had left. What we had, Omar and I, was far too good to be followed by an equal repeat. Very special.
But... one couldn't know until one has tried, huh?
I was able to rent a small one-room studio just off campus. I was quite excited about living on my own although I did miss the dorm guys walking around half naked in shorts or undershorts, or in towels wrapped around their waist, showing bulges and wet, dripping torsos.
But living alone had its perks, of course.
Around two weeks into the semester, I walked into the cafeteria for lunch. As usual, the first thing I did was scan the place for faces I knew or faces I might fancy. The place wasn't really that crowded. At one of the tables overlooking the bowling alley, separated by a sheet glass wall, sat a good-looking coed. Although sitting, she looked to me to be sort of petite, with short-cut brownish hair, pale skin, full lips, in short, quite attractive. I liked them petite! I had no idea how her figure was shaped. But she did show an interesting bust protruding just above the edge of the table as she bent and slurped up spaghetti. I also liked the bust! I decided that perhaps I could join her and get to know her. Why not?
She might be good for a fuck or two. What a dirty mind I had! Here I was, in the middle of academia, and all I was thinking about was where, when, and with whom I could please junior.
Junior being, you know, wink. Junior actually is not bad, not bad at all. Soft, he has a nice manly shape, mushroom head (cut and pinkish), thick shaft for a soft penis, generous pubes curling around the base, nice dangling sacks; but hard, he is a sight! Twenty centimeters (8.5 inches) of rock-hard muscle.
He erects upwards. This verticality for his size is very practical since he is almost always in some degree of erection, and the bulge could be hidden as he plasters himself against my belly, reaching all the way to my navel, and partially hidden by the zipper/buttons of my jeans.
Junior loves action, be it the mouth/tongue, the pussy, or the ass. He abhors sitting idle. But most importantly, and amazingly to the people he services (chicks and guys), he maintains erection after he shoots a load-or two-or more. He is, in this way, like the Duracell bunny, on and on and on. This pleases me to no end, sometimes even surprises me, when he keeps going through soreness and frequent ejaculations. Where does he keep all this juice, I wonder? I stop him when it becomes too painful for me. But he has a mind of his own. Most of the time, I have no control over him at all. Oh, well.
Back to my college tale.
I looked around some more. Hmmm... Nice guy! He was sitting at a table right by the entrance door, and I had to turn sideways to see him. After a couple of minutes of scanning, my eyes always reverting back to this handsome guy, he lifted his head and noticed me looking at him. He smiled and nodded his head in a friendly way. I nodded back, quickly averting my eyes and walking shakily towards the cafeteria bar. Oh, my God. Just in that short glance, I was hooked.
The guy had blond hair. I usually am not into blonds, girls or guys. But his blondness did not reflect the typical look-at-me-I-am-cute-and-BLOND look. When he looked at me his light blue or gray eyes-my glance was too quick for me to be sure which-sparkled. His smile was warm. A bread crumble was stuck at the corner of his mouth, so cute. Something deep down inside me told me that there must be something of interest in there, a very interesting interest! As I was trying to decide what to choose for lunch, spaghetti with meatballs or a salad, I thought about this guy. I thought that, yes, he was a better prospect than the petite chick. I could hit on him. He did not look gay or feminine-that's what I liked: guys who were like me, just regular normal guys who had certain sexual preferences that did not reflect on the way they walked or talked. Hmm... salad.
Yes, I should maintain my physical figure. I stopped being as skinny as I had been as a teenager, or as nerdy. I still wore eyeglasses, but they were now rimless and intellectual looking. I considered myself as slim fit rather than skinny wimpy.
Picking up my salad and a bottle of water I sauntered to this guy's table, wearing a smile.
"Hi," I said, "mind if I join you?"
He looked up, and again I was dazzled by his eyes-gray not blue-and his smile. "Sure."
I sat across from him, immediately noticing that he was wearing shorts, the running-shorts kind. Hot! A quiver down there in my groin; junior is interested! Starting on my salad, I introduced myself. "I'm Ed, friends call me Eddie."
"Hey, Eddie," he replied, his smile growing brighter. Hmmm... good start. "I'm Peter, and my friends call me Pete."
"Hi, Pete," I rejoined also smiling widely, not stupidly I hoped, as I was struck by his immediate friendly attitude.
He laughed. My heart skipped a beat. Oh, man, this guy was hot and I wanted him there and then. I was already hard! Fuck. How could a few words and a smile make me horny? I was not normal, for sure.
Immediately, we started conversing, very naturally. He was majoring in psychology, senior year. He still lived in the dorms because he had a scholarship. He hated the dorms, he said. They were too noisy and there was no privacy at all. I totally agreed. Besides, his roommate was one of those sweaty, noisy, mouthy, jocks that you often saw on campus.
He, however, enjoyed his lunches by himself and often spent a lot of time alone in the library. When I apologized for encroaching on his aloneness and privacy for lunch, he said that he did enjoy people who were intellectual-my glasses?-and handsome-my physique? I blushed.
What? I mumbled something about looks and stuff incoherently with my eyes cast down into my salad bowl, finding protection among the lettuce, tomatoes, and what-not.
There was a short, embarrassing lull after his declaration. I needed to break it somehow. I couldn't scare him off by being cold or distant.
"Hey," I said looking at my watch. "I have a class in about 15 minutes, but I am free for the afternoon.
Maybe we could get together for a beer or a coffee or something?"
Smiling, he said, "Well, I will be doing my running stuff, which I like to do after eating lunch. Keeps me fit, you know." Again the heartbreaking smile, the junior-twitch in response. "A beer after my run sounds fantastic. It usually takes around 45 minutes."
"Great," my voice turned a bit husky. "How about Campus Bar at around 3?"
"Deal," he smiled.
Needless to say, my lit class dragged by with me having no idea what was being discussed. I was so out of it and so into what-ifs. What if Pete was straight and only interested in some male bonding or some shit like that? But he sounded quite friendly.
But then again, maybe he was the friendly type, period. What if he liked my intellectual look only, not my sexy look? Was I so much that? But he did remark on my physique, didn't he? Hmmm...
What if he already had a friend to share his bed, guy or chick? But he lived in the dorms and he was eating lunch alone and he said he liked to spend time alone. He was running alone.
My mind was in a twirl of doubts and prospects. With Omar all the way away in the Sudan, I needed a friend. Will my friend for this year be a guy also? Shouldn't I be dating chicks as well? I loved pussy. But I loved guys also.
Back and forth, thoughts crowded in my mind as the voices of my professor and classmates droned incomprehensibly around me.
Finally, the class ended. Hastily, I made my way to the Campus Bar. I liked this bar because it was much quieter and less frequented than the other bars around campus. It usually played soft music so one could hold a decent conversation over a beer. It also had booths that ensured privacy-hint? Wink?
As I entered the cool dim bar, my cock stretched painfully against my briefs and jeans and, without looking down, I knew that I had a bulge! Even now, at 23, I still suffered from this constant hard-on or at least a semi-erection. Suffered? To some people this might be considered a blessing. But I always thought that I would have really liked to have some control over junior, down there. Actually not really "junior" since it was-still is-quite impressive. Hmmm.
As my eyes got used to the dimness of the bar, I spotted Pete in one of the booths towards the back of the place. Who could miss the lovely blond hair? Taking a deep breath, uselessly ordering junior to behave-he never listened-, I walked over and slid into the booth bench next to Pete. He was smiling, and as I sat down next to him I noticed his glance at my crotch, his eyebrows raised for a couple of seconds, and his smile expanded wider-sunnier I could say, even in the dim lighting of the bar.
Had he seen my bulge? Junior responded by stretching even harder against my jeans. Oh, yes, I could do this guy. And oh, yes, he must have noticed junior.
Our conversation started a bit ordinary, discussing classes, schedules, the dorms, campus life, and such.
Around 30 minutes later and into our second beer, Pete stared at me and said, almost bashfully, "Eddie, can I ask you a question?" After I nodded my head thinking oh Pete you can sit in my lap, he continued. "At lunch? What made you come over and join me?"
I was stumped. This was very direct. Of course, my initial reaction was confusion on how to respond. I couldn't very well come out and say because you physically attracted me and I wanted to see if I could spend a night with you in my bed! I hesitated and he noticed that.
"Eddie, it's ok, you don't need to justify what you did. I am thankful that you did. But I am also a bit curious, that's all." He rubbed his hands together somewhat nervously, I thought.
He was so direct and honest, and so fucking innocent! Why couldn't I respond in the same way? I couldn't.
"Uh... ummm..." I looked down at my beer trying to avoid his cute searching gray eyes and to subdue the ache in my groin-down, junior. "Well, you know, Pete, it's just that... just that it's the beginning of the semester and I have moved out of the dorms and I, well, I am not too hot on having a whole host of friends, and because of that and because I noticed that you were also sitting by yourself, well, I thought that... I thought," I knew I was rambling but I couldn't stop and his smile communicated some consternation over my discomfort. I continued, "I thought it would be nice to meet new people, you know, get to know someone, and, well, perhaps, maybe build some sort of relationship ..." I left that open, feeling sweat in my pits and around my balls. Fuck. I sounded like a fucking kid instead of the intellectual, suave person I hoped I reflected.
"Hmmm..." He didn't sound too convinced. "Really, Eddie, it's fine. I'm enjoying our talk and glad that you made the first move. I do understand how you feel about the dorms. I envy you moving out and having your own place."
Without even thinking, I blurted out, "You know what, Pete? Why don't we blow this joint and go up to my place? I could show it to you and we would have some more privacy?"
I knew I had such a fucking hopeful look on my face. I inwardly bit my lip and reprimanded myself for being so forward and direct-vulgar, maybe? What would he think of my invitation? Would he suspect that I had ulterior motives? That I want him? Bad?
"Well, that sounds like a plan," his bare thigh touched mine as he moved on the bench to try to get up from behind the table. Instinctively, I nudged back. He looked at me, smile never leaving his face, nodded, and slid out.
A sign? He stood up, his sexy shorts revealing his not-too-hairy-but-sexy-as-hell thighs. Did he just nod at me? Hell, he did! Did that mean he knew what I was after and that he wanted the same? Was my imagination carrying me a bit too far? Junior was prodding me to move, pulsing against my navel.
We left the bar and walked to my studio, two blocks away. He followed me up the stairs and into the room. He stood just inside the door step looking the place over. As I closed the door and turned to follow, not realizing that Pete had not moved but was still standing close, I bumped straight into him.
Reflexively my arm wrapped around his waist to steady myself. He jumped with a start and grabbed my hand, pressing it to his waist and turning around to face me. I straightened to find my arm still holding him just over his hip and his hand covering it and pressing, his face centimeters away from mine. I pulled him to me and planted my lips on his. It felt so natural.
His moan was loud and his mouth opened immediately letting my tongue probe. Thank you, God! Our bodies came together and we grinded and rubbed. His hands reached up to my hair and he pressed me closer as we kissed and bonded.
After I didn't know how long, we separated, moved a bit away from each other, and stared at each other. I almost melted in front of his glaring, sparkling light gray eyes and his full lips, with a touch of a smile and still wet from my tonguing him.
Without a word, I took his hand and led him to the sofa-cum-bed, and the hottest making-out I had ever experienced followed. Our bodies entwined, one of his bare thighs between my legs rubbing my groin, lips glued to each other with tongues doing the decathlon to each other. I was hard as a rock, aching from the confinement of my briefs and jeans. I could feel his erection pressed to my hip. It was heavenly as sensation after sensation hit me and my hunger for him increased in bounds and leaps.
It had been, what, five months or so since my last sex with Omar, just before he left to the Sudan.
Since then I hadn't had any sex. Surprising for a guy of my age and my horniness. But throughout the summer, it just hadn't happened. I was too hungry for a fuck. I was so horny that I thought I was going to shoot a load right then into my jeans! Pushing him away, but still caressing his neck, I said hoarsely, "Fuck, Pete, man, this is hot!"
I breathed deeply and pulled his head back to mine as we kissed and kissed. Eventually we started to undress. I ran one hand over his shorts, pressing on his erection-impressive equipment-the other hand slipping under his t-shirt up his chest, finding his nipples and squeezing them. He moaned loudly, his nipples hardened between my thumb and forefinger.
I stood up and Pete started to unbutton my jeans, my bulge so pronounced and stretching. He kissed it teasingly, removing my hands and undoing the buttons himself, slowly. I removed my shirt as he pulled my jeans down and rubbed my erection through my briefs with his lips.
"You have a nice thing in here, Eddie," he smiled up at me. "I wanted to check it out since the moment you walked over to my table at lunch. It was bulging then."
So he had noticed! "And I knew I wanted you."
His kissed the leaking tip of my cock, almost bursting from under my briefs waistband, pressing his lips on it. I arched my back instinctively and gave in to his delicious discovery of my sex. His hands reached up to my now bare chest and he started playing with my chest hair and nipples as his mouth was doing wonders to my cock still covered inside my underwear. I felt the buildup in my nuts and immediately moved away, breathing deep and hard.
"Oh, man, oh, man," I muttered, trying to force my juice back into my balls. "Fuck, Petey, I almost shot a load there. Wow," I exhaled. "Let's take a little fucking break, man."
He laughed and stripped. Fuck, he was delicious. I so wanted to turn him around, bend him over and rape his ass. But I forced some control on myself-but never on junior who seemed to grow bigger and harder--and moved to the small kitchenette.
"Coffee? Beer? My cock?" I jokingly asked, smirking. I was feeling more comfortable now that I knew I had him.
"I'll have the first and end with the last," he smirked back. "How's that?"
"Is that so, now?" I retorted playfully. "You seem to be one hungry stud."
We both chuckled, and I felt his arms wrapping me around my waist as I reached for the coffee and kettle and cups. We moved around the small kitchenette as one person, his front glued to my back, him totally nude and sporting a hefty erection pressed to my butt cheeks, me still in my briefs, my erection, as usual, very much up to par.
As we waited for the water to boil, we kissed and hugged and licked necks and stuff like that. We both wanted more, but neither of us was willing to hurry the moment. This was just a few hours after our first "hi." Already things were moving pretty fast. I wanted to savor this meeting, even though I knew that there would be many more to come. I dug this guy big time, and he seemed to dig me as well.
Cool. No, hot! Sizzling! Coffee ready and steaming, we filled our mugs. He added sugar and cream, the wimp, but I took mine black.
"No cream?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and a glint in his eyes. Impish.
"I'll take the cream later, straight from the source," I said, my face reflecting my dirty thoughts. Imp for imp, huh?
I took a cigarette from my Winstons pack on the top of my desk, and lit up. "You smoke, Pete?"
"Well," he said. "I do, but not tobacco."
"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows again, expecting him to come back with a retort similar to my "cream"
comment, like smoking my cock, or something. But, no. Pete fished out a paper pouch from his shorts pocket still laying on the floor, opened it and started to roll a joint.
"You know, Pete," I commented. "This stuff can be addictive."
"Get off it, Eddie," he laughed. "Weed is much less addictive than tobacco. So don't lecture me."
"Yea, I'd rather fuck you," I whispered.
We kept up this bantering until we finished our coffee and cigarette/joint. We were pretty horny by then, what with all the anticipation and the snide remarks, but mostly it was our nudity and close proximity to each other that was heating us up to boiling levels. He tasted of sweet weed; I must have tasted nicotine-ish.
Standing up, I grabbed Pete's hand and pulled him over to my sofa bed, still rolled down from the night before-I hadn't had time to tidy up, and besides, who gave a fuck?
He stretched on his back and I climbed on top of him. Kissing, licking, biting, grinding, we made out like a couple of over-sexed adolescents, which we were, over-sexed, that was.
His hands slipped under the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down exposing my butt. I have a fuzzy, firm butt, round cheeks, hairy crack, and he was exploring all of that with his hands and moaning under my weight on top of him. I reached down and helped him slip my underwear down to my ankles.
Our cocks touched and we were electrified. The current of ecstasy coursed throughout my body, touching every nerve. I rubbed against him, the throbbing driving both of us wild, pressing on him.
Slowly, I licked down his smooth chest to his navel and down to his rock-hard dick. I tasted saltiness on the tip of his cock and I teased it by licking down the shaft and around the balls. Pete bucked up, willing me to take his manhood into my mouth. But I resumed my licking and biting along the upper thighs, from the inside, to the balls, tongue sliding back into his crack, around his hole. Reaching up, I fisted his cock shaft and held it still. I could feel the shivering of his body under my mouth. Afraid that he would shoot a load so soon, I stopped. Straddling his groin, pressing on his cock and balls with my butt, I bent and we kissed again. He was running his hands up and down my chest, around my nipples, the sides of my neck.
I knew that neither of us could take this for too long. We needed release. Reaching for the bedside table drawer, I fished out a condom. As soon as Pete saw me tear off the packet open with my teeth, his eyes opened wide. "You meaning to fuck me, Eddie?"
"Duh," I smirked and turned him over on his belly.
"Hey, wait a minute," he started to object but obediently turned over. I slapped his butt, gently but firmly.
"Can't wait a minute, buddy. I want you and you want me, so stop this shit," I mumbled in a low but forceful tone.
"Oh, yea, Eddie, I do want you. Very much. But I'm tight and your dick is a monster. You have to go slow, man."
My cock was now sheathed with the thin ribbed condom, and throbbing with anticipation. I wished I could fuck him bare, but I had to be careful, hadn't I? Junior didn't agree, naturally.
I grabbed the bottle of lube and applied a generous amount on my cock and down his crack, stroking myself and kneading his hole with my finger. It puckered under my touch, and Pete's moans deepened as if coming from way down his groin.
Placing my cockhead at his hole, I bent, my hands supporting me on both sides of Pete's body, and I slowly pushed. I felt his puckered ass stretch, and his moaning became louder. He pushed back on my thighs with his hands, groaning.
"Easy, baby, easy, fuck, it hurts man, easy, please." He was grunting.
Not minding his objections and knowing that once my cock head penetrated, the initial pain would recede, I pushed harder, not letting up.
"Ohhhhhh," he screamed, burying his face into the pillow.
"Relax, baby," I goaded him with my lips at his ear, biting on his earlobe. "Relax and let me in."
"Am fucking trying, Eddie," he said, the words barely escaping his mouth with the fast breathing.
I thrust hard, and penetrated. My cockhead was through his sphincter muscle, stretching his hole.
"AHHHHHHH...," Pete screamed.
"Shh.. Pete, fuck, don't be a wimp. Take my cock like a man."
"A man?" he whimpered. "A fucking MAN? Eddie, your cock is inside my hole. I feel like a bitch under you."
"Yea, baby, my bitch," and I thrust harder as the shaft slid though and the cockhead explored the insides of this hot guy. In small, but sure thrusts I penetrated further, deeper, his body heat turning me on to the extreme.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, please, Eddie, pull out," he grunted under me, trying to keep his screaming down but not being able to. "My ass hurts, Eddie, man, for the love of God, pull out."
I felt his sphincter squeeze hard with pain. But I didn't let up. I kept the pressure and more cock buried in his hole. Finally, I was all the way in and I stilled.
Pete was whimpering, heaving, crying?
Releasing my weight off my arms, I lay on top of him, my cock deep inside him, my chest flush against his back, my mouth on his neck, my hands pulling his knees up and pressing them to the bed. Grinding my butt against his, I waited for him to get used to the stretched hole and the pain. His breathing came out fast and throaty as he tried to accommodate me. He was mumbling all kinds of incomprehensible stuff into the pillow, but I could make out "fucker," "oh, my ass," "fuck, it hurts," and a lot of "oh, yea," and "man, oh, man."
When I felt his sphincter loosen around the base of my cock, I started to pull out slowly, centimeter by centimeter. His hole twitched as he felt the sliding rod rub against his insides. Pulling all the way out so that just the head was inside his ring, I pushed back again, also slowly, also centimeter by centimeter, until the whole length was buried again. His butt started to move against me as the pain receded and he began to feel the pleasure. He stretched both arms back to grab my butt cheeks and pulled me deeper inside him. His body quivering under me, he emanated such heat that I felt my cock grow double in length and girth. I increased the tempo gradually until I started to pound into him, thrust after thrust, rocking both our bodies, bringing us to the brink.
My load was about to burst. I pulled out quickly, turned him over, sat on his chest, slipped the condom off my throbbing cock, and stroked. "Open your mouth, Petey," I hissed, the cum filling my cock shaft ready to burst out.
He obliged and I shot. My first squirt went right through his lips all the way down his throat.
Instinctively, he closed his mouth and the second squirt hit his eyes, thick. I felt him stroking his dick as I shot glob after glob of my love juice on his face, covering it, dripping to his chin, neck and chest. I felt his warm jizz hit my back and slither down to my crack. This elicited more squirts and groans. He was bucking under me as he shot on my back, rubbing his cockhead on my butt cheeks.
Finally, both spent, I rolled off him and lay on my back, feeling the stickiness against the bed sheet. I cradled his head under my arm as he turned sideways, pressing his still-throbbing, and softening, sticky dick at my hip and wrapping one leg across my belly. I turned and kissed him, tasting strongly of my cum.
"Thank you, buddy," I said hoarsely. "That was so intense."
He didn't answer. He just reached over and held my semi-erect cock and fondled it lovingly. He moved his head to kiss and lick and bite on my nipples. I responded by hardening in his palm. Needless to say, another bout followed and we fucked again.
And again.