Please help nifty all you can! This is a friendly place for the entire LGBT community. Let's do this everyone. All the best, Terry
His reddish hair, his green eyes, it was amazing when he met my brown hair and blue eyes. Sometimes you meet someone you'll love, other times it'll be a passionate lover. There are perhaps hands being held on a beach, or kisses on a leather couch, that literally have you desiring far more. Either way it's a win, as there's nothing like finding another guy to share life with. I'll never forget the first time I saw Bobby, and he definitely noticed me, as I laughed with him about it. We were at a college comedy and hypnotist show, and it was very funny. Somehow my buddies volunteered me, and before I knew it, I was with my 6'3 muscular frame a ballerina. So much for hypnotism being "pseudoscience," as I would never do this, at least under booze, drugs, or in any other way. Yet I recall Bobby's green eyes, which were alluring and pulled me in like a tractor beam. It was from the stage I saw him. He was wearing a blue dress shirt, khaki pants, and Timberland shoes. This is basically a code for being gay and receptive to romantic overtures. I wasted no time, as there was a gravitational pull between us. Bobby and I both were sophomores at University of Virginia, so we both had experience walking in Jefferson's footsteps. The Charlottesville area was quite progressive, and I saw him a day after the show on a bench. Right in the college commons, the architecture and almost painted green grass. Being bold I decided to sit next to him. I introduced myself as Terry, and handshaking was electric. He was wearing a similar outfit, and my tight blue jeans were tightening up intensely. Our attraction was mutual, and it wasn't long until we were holding hands, and regular cuddle buddies. Since he didn't have a roommate, most often I was in his dorm, and we enjoyed watching movies together embracing.
His 5'7 frame and 150 pounds were fun size. We did gently kiss, but he was correct ultimately. Yes I wanted to drill him with every inch of my aggression, but we should get to know each other. Sure I felt his ass through his slacks, and our tongues connected several times, but most often we were talking about life. Bobby's last relationship didn't end well, so I understood his reluctance, from a point of view. Yet he was so sexy, and how many times could I masturbate thinking of him? It was a case of not even "look but don't touch," and I so desired him in every way. His clean shaven face, and his diminutive size, warm hands, tender lips, how long must I wait for my opportunity to get it on with him?
It was becoming torture. On a plus note I enjoyed his company. He always made me good boozy drinks, and also was a heck of a cook. Quite often I dreamed of him wearing an apron, and springing in him from behind. Finally he was comfortable just wearing underwear and a t shirt with me. We were making progress, and I always learned something from him. His history degree was far more interesting, than my laborious psychology program. Who knows maybe I should switch majors? Yet he was good to bounce ideas off of, and introduced me to a better academic advisor. We were inseparable, and while most had us as a couple, we still hadn't consummated our relationship.
I had felt his hardness as we kissed. Only a matter of when. So wanted to love on him with vigor and relentlessness. Yet I respected him greatly, and more every day so. He certainly looked amazing when he took his shirt off, to play soccer, and he had thin but muscular legs. Irish completely, I wanted to slide something German in him. As gay guys know you know when it's time, and with it being Friday invited to his dorm, I spent hours grooming my hair and shaving my pubes. Smooth and wearing tight briefs, that jutted out when hard, I wanted Bobby to see my hard penis and let this loosen him up a bit. Arriving at his place, he wore tighty whities with a white undershirt. What a nice bulge and nice ass. We started to drink, and sure enough our lips touched in kisses. That nice audiological noise, that feeling of voltage coursing through our veins, our penises at full attention.
Tongues connecting, our colognes mixed, as I rubbed his bulge. Bobby started to moan, even more so when my hand went directly into his penis. He had a big shaved cock, with a small Mohawk of red pubic hair. I massaged him and kissed, also sucking his nipples, as our penises met. A friendly sword fight ensued, as both of our underwear's was off, and we both had increased breathing and heart rates. His hands were on the back of my neck, and I was doing figure 8's on his. He was becoming putty quickly. His eyes rolled up, as we French kissed each other, pulling each other close as could be. Hands together, then moving to our erroneous zones. Tongues now in unison, and oh yes he just started to hoist his package into my balls. It felt exhilarating. Our kissing was so passionate, and we began stripping each other's clothes off.
Shirts off, I started to suck his nipples, and massage him in his crotch. His toes curled as I made sure his area between his testes and hold were. Oh yes the taint. He was smiling as we kissed. I kept licking his nipples up, and he had my shirt off, his warm fingers going through my hairy chest. The feeling was incredible. Soon I pulled his undies off, and was greeted by a super pretty shaved red heads penis. Precum was leaking, and I massaged his cock and balls first, before slurping him up to my hearts content. I had him. Bobby was gyrating and so hard, his musky penis in my mouth, touching his very low hanging balls. Eventually my mouth got down there, and the sweat and hormonal juices there, were music to my taste buds. Rimming him he went damn near catatonic. He was rabidly horny, as my head bopped up and down, with my tongue and lips doing what I could to make him mine. Oh yes his sex all in my mouth, as I swirled around, his sweet precum the elixir of passion unfolding.
Soon he was kissing me, rubbing my saliva soaked cock of his on mine, and his hands on my nipples. Our hearts when together beat as one, as his tongue danced with mine. All of a sudden he stopped, and I got lost in those Bermuda grass green eyes of his. Him feeling my penis felt so good, his fingers were playing music on my shaft, and I got even harder when he said "I can't wait until you fuck me aggressively." Oh yes that voice, the sultry masculinity, screeching hormones and he had me under his dominion as my overly sensitive balls filled at an alarming rate. He was soon using his mouth on me. Watching my long shaft in his mouth, his cheeks flushed red, and his eyes were more than I could handle. Bobby was baptizing my penis with his oral skills, and the wet heat truly was mine blowing to the core. Gently he played with my balls, and I could see my precum leaking from his lips.
He had my cock all the way down, then he wrapped his hands around it. "Do me good baby." Gladly. Bobby bent over, and as I got ready to insert myself inside him with lube, I touched his soft shaved testes. He moaned. Soon he was begging me to "penetrate him," and I wanted to be pleasing instead of teasing. One inch by one inch. The wetness warmth and so tight. As my penis went in, I could both hear and feel the stretching of his insides. This made me even hornier, as finally balls deep, I gently started to take him as I saw fit. He was paralyzed like a largemouth bass who's lips are held, and I pushed hard and deep. Bobby cried out, some agony but mostly ecstasy, as I felt his walnut like prostate meeting my sex organ.
Soon I had him on the bed, his legs extended, feet on my shoulders. His cock had softened but was hard again. It continued to shake with each thrust. I was so turned on watching his dick jiggle, and his green eyes so open. Oh his legs felt so good in my hands. It was an incredible sensation plugging away in him. His ass was mine, my penis his as we became one together. As I wiggled my hips he gasped. He loved this, that grin confirmed what I knew as I plodded him like the bad school boy he was. Watching my anatomy vanish into his, the sweat running down his forehead, that smile sent to a level of bliss never obtained.
Finally we were on the bed. Just from here to there. I held onto his hips as he rode me up and down, clenching on my hard penis with all he had in him. Soon he started to buckle. The warm cum all over my chest with his scream of pleasure was overwhelming. Like a ship lost at sea, my manhood burrowed deeper, and we kissed. Sweat and pheromones together, the feeling of intense closeness and connectivity. There was no reality but warmth and euphoria. It was the best amusement park ride, as my balls tightened up, and with a guttural howl I unleashed every bit of my dna helix into him. My breeding of him was intense, long lasting, and the relaxing melatonin seeped from my pineal gland with the relief of the explosion. Sleeping together, cupping, we kissed at various points of the night, as the loving passion was the pantheon of luster that can't be measured.