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That alarm clock was my nightmare. This little nemesis would crank on, that nuclear reactor meltdown sound, as I was often hung over from a previous nights frat party. Either I was living the Greek lifestyle off campus, or nailing one of my gay lovers. As a 6'3 guy with blonde hair and green eyes, and well built due to hours in the weight room, I had no problems getting laid in the 1980s. Quite often I'd be hitting the dumbbells, and find another guy into what I considered to be fun. Wearing tight shorts to show off my enormous cock, and well defined legs, sometimes I could even get a blowjob in the shower. It was so hot to lift and get the blood pumping, then watch my dna disappear in a good looking guy's mouth.
Women used to get mad at me, when I showed them no interest, as I was wired in a way that didn't suit their needs. All of their desires were wasted, although some of them and I are still friends. A woman's breasts and natural figure is attractive, but it just doesn't fill my balls and penis with the desire to explore away. My first guy experience at 14 sold me, as I always knew men were where it was at. That first time sucking was incredible, and when I came in my friends ass, it was so much sperm that I knew where my passion was. Walking on campus that day, I knew Bradley was going to be deflowered that night. He had told me how much he wanted me, and we had kissed several times, and tonight we'd be drinking in my off campus apartment. Oh yes he'd be getting it I had no doubt, as my confidence was off any known charts. We had met at a frat party, and he was very sexy. He had the nicest brown eyes, long black hair, and slightly darker skin due to his obvious Italian heritage. Bradley was 5'7 and maybe 140 pounds dripping weight, and looked really good in those tight jeans of his. I liked that he was clean shaven, and as a dominant male, he knew what was coming his way.
Calculus was a bitch. That lady teaching the class was sadistic, and the formulas in my head and on the board, caused me to get aspirin. I was relieved when that class was over, and completed my history and literature ones with ease. Having not eaten all day, I grabbed some dinner at the school cafeteria. It's funny looking back, as that food must have been from the local prison. It was a state school after all, so the only perks were the ice cream machine, and perhaps the pudding if it was fresh. Evening was coming in southern Cali, and I knew that as the sun went down, I'd be doing something far more fun than calculating mathematical equations. It wasn't that I was a bad student, my gpa was around 3.5 or so, it was my sex drive that was on fire and had to be quenched. My penis was always rock hard, and there were always handsome guys eating as well. Quite often while dining on a chicken sandwich, my mind was thinking about how their cock looked, or just bending them over and having my way with them.
After walking to the dorm I showered, made sure the booze and mixers were available, and waited with anticipation for Bradley's arrival. I so wanted to kiss him again, and to explore him further, as his tongue dancing with mine made me tortured with angst and desire. I was wearing tight shorts, with no underwear on, and my blue UCLA shirt. Finally the door knocked and the goosebumps went into overdrive. It was him through the peephole, and damn did he look good. He was wearing khaki shorts and a tie dye t shirt. Opening the door we kissed, and I invited him inside to the lair, where I had experienced sexual liaisons with other college guys. We both started talking, and laughing about our classes. He was a mathematics major, and would be going into the engineering program for his master's. Intelligent, this made me even hotter. The tension and heat in the room were palatable, and he had a nice voice that got my attention. As the drinks flowed, soon we were on the couch, and I held his hands in mind. Wow he was so cute, and his brown eyes danced in a rhythm that really got me going. Without warning he kissed me. A couple more pecks and we were eagerly French kissing. I could smell his sweet cologne, and the sexual sweat made the room spin.
Kissing of course led me to putting my hands up his shirt, and he smiled and made noises, as my fingers touched his nipples. They were hardened up, and the way he grabbed the back of my head as we kissed was incredible. Soon both of our shirts were off, and he was so hairless and soft. It felt so good to touch his chest, and soon he was sucking my nipples. His hands through my hairy chest, I didn't resist as he slid my shorts down. "Oh my!" He squealed with delight as he saw my eight inches standing tall, long and ready for him in every way. As he touched my penis, we kissed, and his hands turned me into putty that mere words cannot describe. There was no sound other than our labored breathing, lust in full effect, and the smell of our pheromones lit like a volcano of sexual anticipation and aggression.
Oh wow he had my cock in his mouth. My eyes were shut in bliss, as his lips and saliva he spit on my head, flowed down so rapidly. Bradley definitely was the best cocksucker I had ever known. He really wiggled his tongue around my head, gently palming my oversized and full almost avacado sized balls. They were so sensitive, and he instinctively sucked on them. It was so good, and I finally was able to look at him. Direct eye contact. Oh this was so good. He made my penis disappear repeatedly, and if the couch could talk, it would have moaned as well. He was so hot, and the way he went up and down, along with edging me was a almost out of body experience as never had I felt this aroused. Bradley just gobbled my cock, with determination and desire meshed together. The amount of saliva, and precum mixing in, he continued to attack my manhood with eagerness that sent me to a level of happiness.
Finally I had to grab him, as I wanted to last for him. Plus I wanted to take his shorts off. I pushed him on the couch, unbuckled his button, and the sound of the zipper was like Dolby stereo quality. It was so loud, and I liked his blue briefs that were gift wrapping. Oh yes he was smooth! His six inches of penis were a sight to behold, along with his hairless legs that I grabbed with all of my force. I first gave him a handjob, so I could play with his sexy tool, and rubbed his testicles. He was leaning back, breathing heavily, as I went down on him with ferociousness. I always loved to suck a cock, but his was a delight, as the taste was spectacular. It felt so good against my lips, as he kept moving around, I knew I now had him completely. I went up and down on him, taking him all the way in. He gasped. Bradley was in paradise as I was, and we were like wild animals in heat. I continued licking his shaft, and fingered his hole to his contentment. He wiggled and breathed in, telling me to "kiss him."
We were standing together. Our lips both with each other's seed, and kissing was wonderful as we both had our cocks on each other's. We engaged in frot, and I started to push my shaft into his nutsack which was dangling. The kissing, the sweat, the passion was something that can't be described, but I grabbed his ass and wow it felt so good in my hands. More touching, kissing, and he finally got out, "fuck me Terry. Fuck my ass!" I told him to get on the bed, and as we kissed I lubed his hole and also slid this warming liquid all over my shaft. Entering him was not easy as he was so tight, but I had his bubble butt in front of me, taking him from behind. He covered his mouth as he did scream. It was obvious he had never taken a man of my size, and his spine almost shook as I pushed further in. Oh he was so warm, and the clicking sound of the lube and my penetrating him was obvious. He had to get down on his flat stomach as I had my way with him. My head was spinning, as the lights were on, and o trembled in glory as I watched my penis in him. His soft cheeks felt good as I grabbed them.
Soon he was riding me, I touched his back to send waves of pleasure through his erroneous zones. He felt my balls, and it was such a wonderful view. The smell of sweat and excruciating adrenaline filled the bed and room. He then looked at me, and turned around. Oh yes he was riding my cock with divine like purpose, and also was hard. The kissing along with the cadence of our bodies connected was a thrill, and I grabbed his cock and tugged on him with the authority of a well established top. Seeing his eyes roll up, I had absolutely hit his g spot, and soon his balls got tighter and his backed arched up. Cum flew out of him so hard, and his sperm was all over my chest. As I continued to plunge him he took the cum off my chest, into my mouth and we snowballed with zest.
Oh yes his warm sperm and our tongues connected, I felt his insides tighten up. I was in overdrive pushing up in him, grabbing his waist as we kissed even more. He was so warm inside, and the visual of him plus my brain taking over with what could only be described as a Pink Floyd like ecstasy experience, I felt my balls getting ready to deliver. Oh yes oh yes yes yes yes. My penis exploded in him with an unnatural amount of cum, and it was a whole body experience, as my hairs stood up and reverberated through my very being. It just kept going and going, and I grabbed him with intensity kissing him and feeling so great and relieved all over. We laid down next to each other, and I saw more cum than I had ever released, sliding out of him onto the bedsheets. For hours we slept in each other's arms, and later on that night, he gave me a blowjob with another huge orgasm in his mouth. He smiled as my sperm was on his lips and tongue, and our lips met as I hugged him with absolute tenacity. All I remember was waking up with a note that read , "Terry you're the best lover I've ever had. Tomorrow night I want you to fuck me again." I smiled as mid morning had arrived, and knew my balls would fill up again for our next sexual session.