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Jon and I were in our first semester of college, and damn did we strike gold, being picked by the university as roommates. It was if the gods of gay love knew in advance, as we hit it off right away. The first phone call to him had me feeling a vibe, and after a few days together rooming, I was in his jockstrap covered rear end every day and night. It didn't matter what time of day, in between classes, or in the evenings when we'd spend hours kissing, caressing, and passionately making love with our toes curling due to the electrical connection. Our ravenous appetites for each other were always strong, and quite often I'd just give him a glance, or he'd say, "Terry, can you show me what is due for this class?" Our code wasn't too difficult to decrypt, but it worked for us, as we were going at it like 18 year olds should.
So many nights of studying led to anatomy lessons. Jon was studying political science, which made me sleepy, and he didn't like my mathematics major one bit. Yes the ying and yang of academics and interests spiced things up, and I looked forward to locking our eyes and tongues together. He was 5'7 or so, maybe 130 pounds dripping wet, with spiky brown hair and green eyes that were so mysteriously sexy. He enjoyed my 6'3 build, 230 pounds of muscle, and 8 inches of thick trouser snake ready to drop the hammer on him at any opportunity. I was constantly putting my hands down his shorts, feeling his small yet very beautiful shaved cock in my hands, as a warm up to something far more intense.
After a couple months, Jon made a good point. "Terry, how about we go tubing and camping this weekend, as it'll be getting cold soon?" I couldn't argue his rationale, plus I wanted to see him in his orange speedo that he looked really tasty in. We made the arrangements, and we were on those tubes, drinking beers hidden in our not so discreet cooler. Thank goodness no police showed up to card us, but as we were in a college town, they tended to "look the other way." We enjoyed the rapids, some other beverages, and smoking some weed. The clouds danced upon the blue canvas above us, the clear waters allowing us to see so much, and he was positively teasing me by bending over to show me where my target would be. He was slender but built well, and I liked how he was smooth all over. The thought of putting him in a short skirt crossed my mind, as humiliating him would be fun, yet I'd happily settle being balls deep and making him moan to each movement of my hips.
Jon cooked a delicious dinner. He was right, as the tin foil dinners were ten minutes on each side in the fire pit. I loved how food always tasted better outside. We kissed in our mostly private site, as we had hamburgers, cut potatoes, and carrots for our grub. The weed made another appearance, and soon I realized he was in my arms on the chair. Oh yes our tongues flickered back at forth furiously, as I stood up, and got behind him with my hands touching his chest. He moaned as I squeezed his nipples, and our kissing along with our breathing increased. Eventually I pulled off his shorts, and got into his jock strap, which I ripped off with fierce resolve. Kissing and up against each other, I took his shaved penis in my mouth. I dutifully went up and down, wrapping my tongue over my teeth, with my head bobbing up and down with aggression. Oh yes he moaned as I took him completely into my throat, and gently caressed his balls in the palms. It felt so amazing, and I felt how hard I was, and worried that I could possibly lose my mind.
Soon he had my shirt off, and after unbuttoning my pants, he slid his cock into my very full balls. I gasped as it felt amazing, and we docked together, kissing and touching each other's chests. With anticipation we both knew what was on the docket. I was going to fuck his brains out, and seeing his green eyes looking up as he took my manhood into his lips, made my knees buckle. Oh yes we kissed more, exploring each other with purpose, as I fingered him gently. His back shook as the nerves were activated, sending waves of pleasure throughout him. Our naked bodies fit like puzzle pieces, and oh my cock disappearing into his mouth made me go insane. I grunted and did all I could not to cum, as the sensations were unreal. Edging him, he finally told me, "I want to ride you."
After he slothered my dick up with lube, and my finger causing him sexual arousal, he bent over and sat on my sex. Oh yes the feeling of dry air to his squeezing right rear end, was a rocket from hell to the heavens. Jon was into it, as he moaned and wept a little, as I know I was bigger than normal. Eventually he started to tense up, and I slid him on his back, so I could get even further inside him. All weekend long he would erupt, and on top of that, my cock head blew gigantic loads inside him. Scouting and camping became much enjoyable than previously considered. My pulsating cock inside him, led to my testes tighten, the room filled with our scents and pheromones, as our collective bliss was brought to a conclusion as my hands gripped his hips so tight and my soul left my penis into him with full fury and every sense aroused to the fullest.
The next day he sucked me off on an island, where tubers go, and the idea of getting caused was fear inducing but exciting too. Then the next night I plowed him on the picnic table, and felt his chest up as his balls drained so much cum everywhere. I have to say this was one of the best weekends ever, as when he'd walk around, I simply couldn't resist but touch his shaved groin and rub his super hard penis that felt so good in my hands or mouth. Kissing with voltage, purpose, and going at it primally like animals all weekend was a treat for both of us. Yes we continued the dorm activities that week and for months, but this trip was the pantheon of our sexual energy being unleashed.