It was just yesterday that Brandon promised to meet again, at the same time, in the same place. I was right here in the dorm showers where just 24 hours before he had given me the best fucking of my lie. But I was starting to worry because now he was ten minutes late. Did he chicken out? Was I just one of a hundred guys he had fucked once and never talked to again? Was he gathering a group of friends to beat me up?
My nerves calmed but my dick tightened when I saw him walk through the door. "Sorry I was late. I had to grab some things" he said as he held up his vinyl toiletry case.
I took off my clothes and wrapped myself with a towel, but my seven inch dick made a noticeable mound in the towel's surface. Brandon felt no need to wrap himself with a towel and instead let his stiff dick stand like a flagpole for all to see with the tip of his dick perfectly obscuring his navel. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows devilishly.
I started walking back to the shower stall where Brandon had fucked me the previous day. Before I got there he whistled and said "Hey stud let's try over here" as he opened the curtain to the wheelchair-accessible shower. This was a smart idea because it would give us almost three times the room of a regular shower stall. Maybe Brandon had done this before.
He turned on the water and soon the area began to fill with steam. He held me tight to his body as we both let the water rush over us. He strapped one arm across my body so he could keep both my arms down. His other hand ran all over my body, from my pecs slowly down my abs, playing with my balls and then around my thigh, and coming all the way up my buttcrack.
When he felt that we were wet enough, he let go of my arms and pointed the shower head away from us and toward a wall. I turned to him and kissed him on the lips. He grabbed the back of my skull and gently pressed his tongue into my mouth, and we kissed like this for what seemed like several minutes, as our steely dicks knocked into each other and into each others' abs.
I bent my knees slightly and took one of his erect nipples in my mouth. I sucked it, teased it, toyed with it, tugged on it, as I felt his dick throb against my body. I ran my tongue underneath his peck and then down the ridges of his abs, until I was facing the biggest dick I had ever seen in my life. I started licking the bottom of his cock, and then followed it straight up to the top, taking the full head in my mouth.
At this, Brandon grabbed the back of my head and gently forced my head lower and lower on his cock. Despite my growing discomfort, I could not gag because he kept forcing me down. When my nose hit his trimmed bush, he eased up and I proceeded to work his cock from all angles. His balls were so big that I could only take one in my mouth at a time, and I followed his slightly hairy trail around to his butt. As I prepared to rim him, he stopped me, saying "No no no. Now it's my turn."
He stood me up and turned me toward the bench at the rear of the shower. He pressed down on my shoulders so that I put my hands on the bench to support myself, opening up my buttcrack. I felt his tongue running up and down my crease, spending ample time at the hole in its seam. He seemed determined to get his tongue as far up my ass as his dick had been the day before.
Brandon stood up and reached for his toiletry kit. Now I could see what had caused him to be late, as he plucked out a studded black leather cockring. As he fastened it around his dick, it made his massive package look even bigger. He reached into the kit and pulled out some lube. "We're going to do it right this time. You ready for this, stud?"
"Fuck yeah."
This time he started with two fingers, forcing them as far in as he could go. He seemed to be searching for every little corner inside me. When he felt that I was loose enough, he lubed up his own dick and placed his head inside me. I braced myself for a giant thrust like last time, but it didn't come. He told me "When I use the cockring I like to go nice and slow."
It was so slow, but it was so nice. After he got totally inside me, he started taking long, slow strokes. He would go almost all the way out, so that I thought his head might come out too. But this cowboy knew how to ride this horse. He would then insert himself all the way back in, until I could feel his short pubes against my hairless ass, and then he would draw back out again. Slowly he picked up the tempo. I started to groan when he really got going, when his big thick dick was moving quickly through my ass, but he didn't stop. He just kept fucking me and fucking me.
I was using both my arms to support myself on the shower bench, so I could not jerk myself off. Instead, my stiff dick went flying around each time our bodies moved in rhythm. Finally Brandon started jerking me off and said "We're going to come together, okay stud?" I just groaned in pleasure at the idea of it.
I could feel the intensity rising as Brandon kept fucking me harder and harder, never shortening his long strokes but moving quicker and quicker, and as I felt my own dick prepare to shoot. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore.
"I'm gonna come" I told him.
"Do it" he said.
I came like I had never come before. Some of it got on the wall, and some of it remained on Brandon's hand. He stuck his hand in my mouth, for me to eat up my own come, as I felt my ass contract around his huge cock. A moment later he came inside me, as I eagerly ate up the last drops of my own come from Brandon's hand, and as he finished emptying his load inside me. My shoulders collapsed toward the bench, and he held onto my hips.
"Fuck stud, you're the best lay I think I've ever had, and I've had a lot" he said.
I could only groan back at him.
"How about this" he said, with his solid dick still inside me. "How about you come by my room tomorrow at 2?"
I had to swallow the last bits of come from my mouth before answering "I'll be there."