I apologize for taking so long to continue my story. I appreciate all of the emails that I have received from those of you who have enjoyed it. Work has been a bitch lately and has prevented me from devoting any time to writing, but hopefully I can complete the last of my story within the next few months. Oh, by the way, GEAUX TIGERS!!!!! It's been a long time coming for college football's national champions for 2003. (Who's USC????) I'd love to be in the middle of a Matt Mauck/Jack Hunt sandwich.
This story contains graphic language and details of homosexual acts and drug use. If you are offended by such activities or if you are underage, please read no further.
This is one of a several chapters about my sexual exploits in college during the mid 1980's. These stories are true, but please keep in mind that most of the sexual activities noted occurred between close long-term friends that had no possibility of being exposed to AIDS at that time. Now, safe sex is not an option, it is a requirement.
Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.
MY FIRST NIGHT WITH MACK
After I had moved everything out of my old apartment and into Mack's, now my, place, I quickly cleaned the old apartment and loaded my car to head home. Mack was also scheduled for an evening flight to New York to go home to Connecticut, and I had agreed to take him to the airport in New Orleans on my way home. We both planned on attending summer school, but we had three weeks off between semesters. Neither of our parents wanted us to stay in Baton Rouge and "get into trouble" while we were waiting for classes to resume, so we had no choice in the matter after our meal tickets had made their decision. Besides, my dad had used some of his oilfield contacts to get me a couple of shifts offshore, and with the money I would be making in just those two weeks, I would have enough cash to last me until I graduated, especially if I could pull another shift or two between the summer and fall semesters.
After Mack and I got all of his stuff crammed into my little car, I dropped off the keys to the old place at the office, and we made our way to New Orleans.
"Thanks for giving me a ride." Mack said after we got on the highway.
"No problem, you gave me a great ride last night."
"Ha! Ha! It was a pretty good one, wasn't it? I think I'm going to really like rooming with you."
"Same here, man. I have to ask you a question though. It's been really bugging me."
"O.K., what is it?"
"What exactly are we?"
"What do you mean?"
"When we get back, will we be roommates, fuck buddies, or, fuck, I don't know how to say it?"
"What do you want to be?"
"I'm not sure. I like you a lot, but I really don't know you that well. There may be some things about each other that we can't stand, but I do know that the times that we have been together have been great."
"Yeah, we both got a really good taste of reality with Hans."
"No shit!"
"The way I look at it, we should start as fuck buddies and leave it at that for the time being."
"Sounds good to me, but I do have to ask you one other thing."
"Uh huh?"
"I know I'm gay, but what about you? That time it was just you and I, you seemed to really get off on it, but so did Carl sometimes, and he's straight. Are you the same, or is there something else?"
"To tell you the truth, I really don't know. Before that day with you, I just thought of myself as a straight guy, who fooled around with other dudes to get my rocks off, but since then, I've been thinking about you and other guys a great deal. Maybe I'm bi, I don't know. I'm just glad I've got someone like you to help me figure it out."
"Cool, but promise me one thing."
"What?"
"If you ever sense that I'm falling for you and that you can't reciprocate, let me know before it gets too far. Deal?"
"Deal!" Mack said and to seal it he glanced around to make sure the coast was clear and gave me a small peck on the cheek.
With that conversation over, we spent the rest of the trip just talking about nothing in particular and listening to tunes. I then dropped him off at the airport and headed home.
The next three weeks were pretty uneventful. I started my first offshore shift a couple of days later, and during the week off, I pretty much slept most of the time. I quickly understood the first day on the job why it paid so well. Offshore oilfield work is extremely labor intensive, and dirty. I never felt clean the entire time out there, and I'm sure you know how important that is to me from the previous chapters. I did see several hot guys out there, but I was so tired during my off-time, roustabouts as the newbies are called typically work 12 to 14 hour shifts, as well as afraid of getting my ass kicked by the typical big, burly, macho oilfield worker, nothing ever happened. The only highlights of the entire three weeks were a telephone conversation with Mack and a water-skiing excursion with Carl, Mike, and Jacob during my week off. Mack had called me to determine when it would be convenient for me to pick him up at the airport. My second shift ended three days before we were scheduled to register for summer classes, so we decided that he would meet a couple of days before then to return to school. As for the day out with Carl, Mike, and Jacob, it was just four college guys going out of a boat to have fun and get shit-faced. Nothing sexual happened, but I did find out that Dewayne would not be returning to school because he knocked up some chick. Consequently, his dad was making him marry her, and he had to start working in the family business to support them. Also, Mike starting dating a local high society debutante who was also going to LSU, and they were going to live together in the fall. So, there would be no more "fun" times with either of them.
When I met Mack at the airport, my dick just about jumped out of my pants. He had spent his time off as a lifeguard for a children's camp, and his tan so perfectly accentuated his golden hair and blue eyes that he looked like he could pose for a California beach magazine. To complicate the situation, I had not gotten off since the day before my last shift offshore so a good stiff breeze would have made me horny. We immediately hugged as soon as he arrived in the terminal, but I did notice a few condescending glares that were shot toward us.
As we broke the hug, I whispered to him, "Damn, you look hot!!"
"Thanks! You look pretty good yourself." (The hot May/June sun in the gulf had also somewhat colored my skin, I have a fair complexion that is extremely hard to tan, and had given my hair an auburn tint, and the work had given me a few muscles that I didn't even know were there.)
"Careful, if you keep talking like that and stay too close, I may begin a develop a severe problem. I haven't gotten off in a while."
"Me too. Think we can do something about it?"
We quickly left the terminal, got his luggage at the baggage claim, found my car, and sped out onto the interstate. During the drive, we discussed the events of the past three weeks, and time flew by so quickly that I was surprised when we reached our exit in Baton Rouge.
As soon as we got to the apartment, we unloaded the car and unpacked all of our stuff. By the time we had finished putting everything it its place, it was getting closed to happy hour.
"Hey, let's take a quick shower, down a couple of bowls, grab a bite to eat, and get a few drinks at Sport's?" Mack asked me.
"That's cool! We've been so busy that I didn't realize how hungry I'm getting."
It only took us a total of ten minutes to shower because I got in the shower as Mack was rinsing off. By the time I completed my shower and got dressed, Mack had already prepared the bong. I hadn't smoked anything since the night of the gangbang, and between the nicotine in the car (I didn't smoke around the family, and I was working with several of my parents' friends) and a couple of hits of the weed, it didn't take much for me to get a major buzz. After letting the buzz set in for a few minutes, we then went to Mike Anderson's for dinner, and I completely devoured the gumbo and stuffed crabs that I ordered (do you think it was the hunger or the munchies.)
With it being the summer semester, Sport's was not very crowded, and the specials appeared cheaper. Mack and I challenged a couple of guys to a game of pool, and before we knew it, the bartender rang the bell that signaled the last call before the end of happy hour. We got one last drink and played a couple more games. Not to brag or anything, but by the final count, we, or officially Mack, had beaten them 10 out of 15 games.
While sipping on the rest of our drinks after the last game, Mack grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me toward him to whisper in my ear, "Are you ready to go home? I think my airport problem is coming back."
"Yeah, let's blow." I replied, which caused Mack and I to begin laughing hysterically.
As soon as we got into the apartment, we were all over each other. As we kissed and groped each other through the living room, down the hall, and into my room, Mack surprised the hell out of me by his aggressiveness. Once in the bedroom, Mack nearly tore my shirt as he pulled it off of me. He then pushed me on the bed, took off my shoes, socks, shorts, and underwear, and swallowed my dick whole. I was totally at a loss as Mack repeatedly and rapidly bobbed on my rod all the way from the tip to my pubes. He would also periodically leave my cock buried in his throat while he hummed and made swallowing motions that caused me to experience sensations that I had never felt before. I'd like to say that I was able to enjoy Mack's newfound abilities from quite some time, but because I hadn't cum in so long, I felt that pre-orgasmic tingle in my groin after he had been working on me a little less than five minutes. I tried to warn him, but my pleadings only resulted in Mack's intensifying his efforts. With tightly shut eyes and a loud yell, I emptied nearly two weeks of pent-up cum into his mouth, and I began to hear gurgling and slurping sounds as Mack proved himself once again by swallowing all of my load.
"Fuck man, were you paying me back by trying to drown me this time?" Mack gasped as he licked the last remnants of my sperm from around my shaft.
"Sorry, I told you earlier I hadn't cum in a while." I said, and we both began to giggle.
Mack then slithered up my body, and we once again began to deeply kiss each other. I rolled him on his back and undressed him in a much more relaxed manner than he had done previously to me, and I made sure to kiss, lick, and caress the entire front of his body as I took off each article of clothing. After I removed his underwear, I licked the inside of his thighs and his sack before I concentrated on his cock. Mack was so aroused that his dick was standing straight up from his body at a 70 degree angle and his head had a glassy finish with the deepest purple color that I had every seen. I knew that it would not take much to get him off, so I decided on another plan of attack. I licked around the head and bobbed up and down on the full length only a few times before I lifted his legs to his chest and dove into his crack. Mack's pucker was initially quite tight, but as I continued to work him with my tongue, his hole eventually loosened, and I was able to utterly tongue-fuck him much to his delight, as evidenced by his loud moans and groans. However, his enthusiasm reached a fevered pitch when I once again attacked his nuts and began working my fingers into his hole. As I glanced at his dick, I noticed that it was now throbbing uncontrollably and a long, thick stream of pre-cum was dripping down from the tip into a large puddle on his stomach. I now knew that it was time, and after I found his pleasure button and began to vigorously message it, I swallowed his cock to the root. As I had previously guessed, after the fifth or sixth down stroke, Mack flooded my mouth with his load. However, I was prepared this time as I pinched the head of his dick with my tongue to the roof of my mouth to prevent him from shooting directly down my throat.
"Damn, that was awesome!" Mack shouted. "I didn't drown you this time, did I?"
"Uh-uh." I was able to burble as I looked at him with his load still fully in my mouth. Mack's eyes widen in amazement, and his grin could have lighted a warehouse when he saw me swallow it all.
As I lifted my face to his with my fingers still in him, I began to kiss and share whatever juices were left with him. After a few minutes of this, Mack said, "You're fingers feel good in there. Are you are hard again?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Fuck me!!"
I reached into the nightstand and took out the lube. In no time at all, I had placed a generous amount both inside of him and on my dick. I grabbed his ankles, placed them on my shoulders, and slowly inserted my cock into him. I guess his powerful orgasm must have really relaxed him, because I was able to bottom out in one smooth stroke and I was soon fucking into him with everything I had. During the entire fuck, Mack never lost his erection, and I even began stroking it in rhythm with my pounding. I was able to fuck him for well over 15 minutes before I lost it and blasted another sizeable load into him.
After I had calmed down, I asked him, "Are you ready to fuck me now?"
"Yeah, ride me like you did last time."
Mack grabbed the lube, sat up, leaned against the headboard, and applied the lube to his cock. When he was finished with it, I also used some of the lube to finger my hole.
"I'll let you slide this time, but you're going to have to learn how to eat me out if want to keep getting my ass." I told him as I was fingering myself.
"We'll work on it." He said as he gently snickered.
I held on to the headboard, squatted over this rod, and lowered myself onto him. Just as before, I rode and gyrated my ass like there was no tomorrow, and Mack began to go absolutely nuts. He began kissing me like crazy, and we started sweating like pigs. I also got hard again, and when Mack felt my dick rubbing against his stomach, he grabbed it, which felt really awesome because I was actually able to fuck his hand as I rode him.
This time, Mack was able to hold out for a while, and we must have been at it for nearly 20 minutes before his instincts took over and he began viciously thrusting his hips back up into me. When he came, his load was just as huge as before, and the constant throbbing that it caused on my prostate made me cum all over his chest.
We then lightly kissed each other while we cooled down. When I pulled off of him, Mack reached down to his chest and began rubbing my cum into his skin.
"Fuck, how can you do that?" Mack asked.
"Do what?"
"Cum while you're getting fucked."
"I don't know. It just feels good."
"Really?"
"Really."
"How does it feel compared to when you cum while fucking or getting head?"
"It's fucking intense. The best orgasms I've ever had were when I've been fucked. I guess it has something to do with the stimulation on the prostate."
"I don't know if I can cum that way."
"I bet you can."
"Why do you say that?"
"You were hard as a rock when I fucked you. I bet it wouldn't take much to make you cum."
"You really think so?"
"All we need is practice." I said as I lay next to him and kissed.
That night, I actually got to cuddle and snuggle with someone as I slept.
Oh, and practice we did!!!
TO BE CONTINUED
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