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Gary needs a CR
I just got back from a national conference for students involved in residence halls. The conference was fantastic! It was in beautiful Boulder, CO, with an attendance of over two thousand. Now, I don't want to make any assumptions, but, I'd guess that at least half of the guys who attended were out gay men, and maybe another ten percent could be persuaded to go homo....
In any case, there was this absolutely amazing man named Gary. Gary had short blonde hair, stood maybe 5'8" or 5'10", and was nicely proportioned (I like smaller guys). He had nice arms, a great smile, and an ass that just wouldn't quit. And he wore two or three buttons that read, "Gary needs a CR." Now for those of you who don't know the lingo, a CR is a conference romance. To some, just a myth or something to joke about, but to others (especially single perpetually horny gay boys like me), another reason for attending conferences such as these.
I had watched Gary for a couple of days...we had shared a couple of bus rides from the Village to the program session areas or the Coors Center. When I say shared, I don't mean that we rode together, but simply that I was able to watch him and his hot body from afar. Although I've been told I'm attractive, at 6'1", 160 with short brown hair and eyes, I'm also very shy, and generally not the agressor. Well, that was about to change...at least for once.
I was hanging out in the hospitality room when Gary came in to grab some food. I was playing with some cards, a solitare game that I really enjoy. I'd been hanging out with some members of my delegation, but they had gone off to greener pastures. I was sitting on the floor in front of a couch, and using the coffee table in front of me. Gary dropped down in the chair to my left, and propped his feet up on the table.
"Hi. I'm Gary," he said as his smile bored through my eyes into my soul. Electricity charged through my body as the sound of his voice filtered into my consciousness.
"I'm Matt. Nice to meet you," I said, offering him a hand. He shook it...firmly, and I waited for him to let go. The handshake lingered a moment longer than it needed to. I tried to see his nametag, to check out his last name, or his school, to find something to talk about, but his nametag was covered in clothespins and stickers to the point that I couldn't gather any useful information. I decided to go with that. "You've collected a lot of momentos there," I gestured at the ribbons, clothespins, stickers and buttons that adorned his neck, shirt and nametag. "A popular guy, eh!"
He grinned. And he began to blush just a little. If I had glanced away, I might not have noticed it.
"Well, I get around, you know." He laughed a little to make light of his comment. Then he pointed at a particular button. It read, "Gary needs a CR."
"But I'm not as popular as I'd like to be." We both laughed at that. It was a nice ice-breaker, and we talked for another hour or so about everything and nothing, his school, mine, our organizations, etc. We shared ideas and stories, and before we knew it, it was almost 3 AM. I knew I needed to crash if I was going to make it to programming sessions in the morning, and I said as much.
The hospitality area had really cleared out by then, and I told Gary that I needed to be wandering back to Darley South. He replied that he had to go in the same direction, and we both got up and proceeded out the door of the commons.
As we walked through the cool air (it gets cold at night in Colorado), I couldn't help but look at Gary's strong shoulders, his smooth neck and strong features. Gary was wonderfully handsome, but still boyish and a tad innocent looking. I enjoyed his humor and his charm, and I was still really taken in by his fine ass! I didn't want our time together to be over so quickly.
As he reached into his pocket to grab his outer door key, I tapped his button and said, "It's too bad that you still haven't found your CR. Time's running out, you know." As soon as I said it, I felt like the biggest moron. Gary looked up and smiled at me as he ushered me into the building. He didn't say anything until we were standing in front of the elevators. The silence wasn't tense, but I wished I could take back what I said. It seemed like forever, but was probably no more than a moment or two.
"You may be right about the CR," he said as we stood there. He took a step closer to me. "Or maybe I have found what I need." He reached up to my face, brushing my cheek, and pulled my head down to his mouth as he began to kiss me first gently, and then more intently. I was surprised, and mystified (as I always seem to be when a guy seems interested in me), but instinct took over, and I kissed Gary back like a man possessed. We were so wrapped up in the kiss, I didn't even realize that the elevator had arrived at floor one, and stood there open with two delegates waiting for us to move so that they could exit the carriage.
I immediately blushed and stepped out of the way as they stepped out of the elevator, excusing themselves and then giggling as they exited through the door of the building. Gary and I watched them go, and then he put his hand on my face, cradling my cheek with his hand. His index finger traced the line of my jaw, and then my lips, before he pressed in and pushed his finger into my mouth. Again, I was overwhelmed by my lust as I began to suck and lick his finger. He began to walk into the elevator, and pulled me along as I performed on his finger the task I soon hoped I'd be performing on his cock.
In the elevator, Gary pulled his finger out of my mouth slowly, the suction making a popping noise as he finally got it out. Gary pressed the button for his floor and pulled his t-shirt up. He pulled my head to his chest, drawing my lips to his left nipple. My hands reflexively began to rub against the sides of his torso as my lips and tongue consumed his nipple. As Gary pulled the shirt over his head, I could smell the sweat of the day on his chest and I could taste salt on his skin. I circled the nipple with my tongue, consuming it before licking my way to the other and treating it likewise.
"Let's get to my room," Gary said as the doors opened. I didn't want to stop working on his nipples, but I knew the break in our play would be for only a moment. Gary stepped out ahead of me, and I followed, admiring his strong, tan back. I reached out to put my hand between his shoulder blades, and as he stopped in front of his door and placed the key in the lock, I slid my hand down the small of his back and into the waistband of his cargo shorts feeling the smooth skin under my fingertips.
Gary stepped into the room, pulling me with him, and closed the door behind him. A small light was on over one of the room's beds, and Gary guided me to the other bed. I sat down on the edge, as he pulled my face onto his belly, rubbing his skin against mine. I had my hands on his back, his sides and finally settled on his cloth-covered ass. Slowly, he worked my head down to the front of his shorts, and my hands began to fumble with his belt as I began to tongue him through the shorts.
His belt undone, I unbuttoned the shorts and they dropped to the floor. He stepped out of his sandles as my hands found the waistband of his boxer-briefs and pulled them down too. I slid to my knees as Gary stepped out of his clothes and stood before me naked.
I leaned back for a moment and looked at his strong, masculine body. I caught his eye as mine traveled the strong plains of his chest and abdomen, trailed along with a few hairs down into a thicker patch over a plump cock and balls before resting on my hands, which rested on Gary's firm thighs.
He maneuvered himself so that he could sit on the edge of the bed, and leaned back on the pillows and blanket, so that I kneeled before his spread legs. The smell, and the view, was wonderful. My eyes met his and he held me.
"Now suck my cock. Make this a CR to remember." His words seared into my brain and my lust consumed me as I began to give Gary what I hope was his best blowjob ever. I licked and sucked at his smooth thigh, devouring his flesh with my tongue as I moved up to the space between his leg and balls. His skin tasted incredible. I tickled his balls with my tongue, gently easing them in their sack, first sucking one and then the other as I made my way to his other thigh.
As I moved to his other thigh, I used my fingers to tickle his nuts and my other hand to lift Gary's hardening cock, getting ready to go down on him. The moment before I took him in my mouth, I looked at the beautiful, smooth skin that cased Gary's cock, almost perfectly straight flesh that flared into a beautiful, red head. And then I put the head of his monster into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the ridge.
I heard Gary whimper and breathe quickly as my tongue flicked across the bottom of his cockhead, and I took this for a good sign and did the same thing again. I worked the head of his dick in my mouth for a few minutes, going just a little deeper each time, preparing myself to take his whole shaft.
I stroked his shaft as I sucked the head, and found that when I was gripping the shaft of his cock in one fist, the head of his cock was just at the entrance to my throat. I sucked and licked on the upstroke, and felt the smoothness of his cockhead on the roof of my mouth on the downstroke. Saliva poured out of my mouth, soaking Gary's shaft, balls and providing plenty of lubrication for the handjob I was giving his shaft.
With the hand that was tickling Gary's balls, I could feel them start to rise, and his breaths were getting quicker. I was worried that Gary was going to blow his load, and I didn't want it to be over so quickly. And I knew that I hadn't even had a chance to sample his amazing ass, yet, so I pulled off his dick, but kept stroking his fine cock from root to tip with my hand. With my other hand, I found the back of Gary's knee and pushed his leg up to his chest, allowing me better access to his ass.
I licked and kissed Gary's thigh again, his balls, and slowly worked my way back across his perenium and then quickly circled his hole with my tongue. I felt the twitch in Gary's cock as I continued to stroke him. I licked his cheeks and crack, always passing over his hole, coming as close as I could without touching it. Until finally, my desire consumed me, and I buried my face in his ass, licking and sucking at his incredible rosebud. When my tongue found its target, Gary cried out, "Oh, yeah. Eat my ass. That's so amazing. Ohhhh Gawd!" before his words became mumbles.
Gary's cock was continuing to pulse in my hand as I ate his delicious asshole. I felt like I could have stayed there forever, and would have been happy to. And then, Gary was moaning a little louder and a little louder. "I think I'm going to cum," he panted, and I quickly moved back up to lick at his shaft, before taking his cockhead back into my mouth. The taste of his precum was strong as I licked his head clean of it.
Gary had taken the back of my head into his hands, and pulled me down hard onto his cock before stroking it back out. He was fucking my face, and I was loving it. His cockhead made it's way into my throat, and, unprepared, I choked before he pulled it back out. I barely had a chance to recover before his cock was back, demanding satisfaction, and entry.
A few strokes later, Gary stopped at mid-thrust and his legs became rigid. I could feel the cum welling up from his balls, white-hot as it pulsed through his cock and then into my mouth. He held me there, my tongue working on the bottom of his cockhead, and cried out as each pulse shot into my mouth.
I didn't swallow his cream, but held it in my mouth. It coated every surface, and tasted strongly, though not bitterly. It crossed my mind in that moment (as bizarre stray thoughts sometimes do during sex) that perhaps Gary was a vegetarian. Gary held my head for a minute or so after he had stopped cumming, his cock beginning to soften, and then gently pulled out of my mouth, my lips cleaning his cock as it exited. Gary looked down at me, and I tilted my head back, my eyes never leaving his, and took his load in two swallows.
"That was some fuck," he said as he leaned back on the bed. I was still kneeling before Gary and realized that I had shot my wad without even touching myself as I felt the wet of my cum soak my crotch and the jeans shorts that I was wearing.
Suddenly, Gary was modest, and pulled a sheet over his nakedness. As if I would ever forget the sight of him, reclining there in his innocent masculinity, his cock still plump, if not hard, the afterglow of sex lighting his skin and his smile.
At that moment, I knew our interlude was over. I thanked Gary, and he blushed, saying that he was the one who should be thanking me. I told him I'd see him around, but was as non-commital as I knew he wanted to be, and then I left his room, pulling the door shut behind me.
I made my way back to my room, feeling completely satisfied at my amazing and amazingly unexpected CR.