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When I went off to college at 18, my first year was nothing short of a nightmare. More than 4 hours flight from home, huge classes with unreachable professors, and a roommate whose behavior was uncouth was just the start. My walks to classes in the cold were a disaster, because as a Florida guy, I couldn't ever get used to it. Having come from a small town, I was shocked by the cultural, and so many challenges unexpected. The city life and I have made amends, but thinking of this year makes me cringe. With fanfare I had left town as the valedictorian. A favorite son in some ways, and where I was beloved as our teams starting wide receiver too. I was moved when awarded an academic scholarship, with a partial athletic to Columbia.
Landing at LaGuardia was a cerebral eye opener, as never had I seen so many tall buildings. The life of the city was awake 24/7, and I was also surprised by the diversity. Town was white and black, here it was every nationality. Going on the port authority trains was a long ways, from riding my bicycle to and from places. My first year was to be amazing I thought, but my grades and being red shirted on the team were disappointing. Thankfully my dean of students, was a wonderful man, who helped me the end of first year get ready for a much better round two. He was correct to switch from Calculus to Physics, and also I liked how he found me classes with less students. Would there still be more than I was used to? Yes of course, but I'll never forget Dr Buckner's compassion and kindness. He believed in me when I didn't, as a skinny tall blonde haired guy. At 6 feet and 180 pounds, I did grow the next summer into another two inches and twenty pounds. Working out, plus knowing that the senior receivers graduated, would increase my chances to play the game that I loved.
Yet the best decision, was to live off campus with a family. One of Dr Buckner's students, was a man in his late thirties named Charlie. He had agreed to let me rent his basement at a reasonable rate. He had played football for the same team also, and had successfully had mentored a couple students prior to my arrival. A nice townhouse for sure. He lived with his wife Molly, and they were both gracious upon my arrival to their house. Molly made sure I felt at home right away, and even cooked me dinners when possible. Since Charlie was working in his law firm, I had more time with her the first couple months. A pretty brunette, she had been a cheerleader at the university as well, which was how she had met Charlie. She made me smile one night, showing me pictures of them when they were younger.
Charlie was so sexy, and actually age had increased his masculine handsome features even more. Although I didn't bring it up, I gleaned that they had been trying for children, but even the IVF place couldn't help out with this. They were loving when together, and seemed to just carry on as is. They definitely cared about each other, and Molly was a neighborhood fixture. She had started a crime prevention program, and also seemed to know everyone. Also even if I came home late through the back door, she'd hear this, and make sure I had enough food. This was what I needed, and my first semester of my sophomore year was a 180 degree improvement. Classes were quite fascinating, I was making friends, and now was the number two receiver on the team. Charlie and Molly watched us play Cornell, and I was thrilled to catch a 37 yard touchdown. All things important were clicking into place. I was also starting to become more familiar with Matthew. He was a really nice guy in my chemistry club, and I liked him the moment we met.
It's cliche but there was chemistry with this chemistry. He was so good looking, and I was hoping that we could spend more time together soon. Football practice and games kept me on a crazy schedule. If I slept 6 hours at night, that was a long rest. Red Bull was part of daily breakfast. At 19 now I was always on the move, and 15 credits at an Ivy League school isn't a cinch. There's a lot of misunderstandings about these institutions. For instance they don't make you brighter, but rather you have to work more diligently. Matthews assertion about "staying above the candle fire," always made me laugh. This was a great description of the academic course load, and while must professors were gracious, some could be egotistical assholes. Now I knew why my dad often didn't hire Ivy League folks at his employer.
There were standards, but I stayed true to myself. I went to class with a desire to learn, took copious amounts of notes, and crammed in studying. My diet was a lot of quick foods on campus, but soon Molly was going to be at a work conference in California for two weeks. My mom sent me occasionally a dish from a prepared food service, but I wondered what I'd subside on during this period. It wasn't far away. Then again with my schedule, she probably was right that "it would fly by." She was a mom like figure to me, and also I was grateful she had a degree in chemistry. Her education had paid off, as she was high up in Dow Chemicals. I asked her about her career, and she first started in a lab, before switching out to the boardroom. What was really helpful, was she helped me, to stay grounded but push myself to succeed on what I visualized.
Game day at Yale. Our team bus to New Haven made it there quickly. All of us were pumped due to our winning record, but Coach Mullins, reminded us in colorful terms that today would be our biggest challenge. He was all red faced and just jacked up. A lot of us wondered if he did lines of cocaine. He was always on edge, moving and flailing his arms in every conceivable direction. There were times this was quite funny for us, but as we geared up for todays game, he was wearing our quarterback out. Jake didn't need this shit, so a few guys and I let the coach have it. Lots of aggression and bad words, as the coach's assistants broke it up. We went out and slammed Yale 59 to 0, so maybe he was just trying to motivate us. On offense, defense, and special teams we dominated them everywhere. The closest they came to a touchdown, led to an interception, where our cornerback Lonnie ran it all the way back to the opposite end zone. Their crowd was silent by the second quarter.
After the game I joined the team afterwards. You have to meet the boosters here and there. I was happy that my landlord was there. Charlie looked like he could still line up as free safety, as he had that tall but muscular frame in his black turtleneck and blue jeans. Molly was smiling and while they were allowed beer and wine, us football players under 21 had to go with sodas and the like. Did we have beer and liquor elsewhere? Of course! Yet we didn't partake in the illicit drugs, that caused our starting right tackle to be suspended. That was such a boneheaded decision, but Ray filled in admirably, giving our quarterback and running back exceptional blocks. Later on he became the only one of us to go in the NFL, as an undrafted free agent. Two years proved NFL stood for "Not For Long."
We got a bye week, and coach Mullins dismissed us. He would hobnob with the so called booster elite. I said goodbye to Charlie and Molly, and went to a campus event for chemistry club. Matthew was there, and I was so lulled into his red hair and green eyes. He had to know, as he certainly was on the same team. We would always be so close during these experiments, and finally he said, "want to hang out with me tonight?" Rome wasn't built in a day, but finally my hints and suggestions were apparently working. It had been some time since I had been serviced, and I absolutely desired him more and more. All the nights of jacking off to him in the shower, or dreaming of him making love to me were becoming closer to reality.
Knocking on his door with anticipation, he answered it quickly. Purposefully I had worn sweatpants with nothing underneath, and a tight t shirt. My nipples betrayed my down low approach as they prominently were popping out. My shaved cock wasn't helping either. As I looked around his bed was made up with a flannel comforter, and he had both liquor and beer. Mesmerized by this sight, he asked me about playing Madden Football on his Xbox. "Where's your roommate?" "He's at his parents this weekend." Music to my ears. Matthew looked so handsome in his black t shirt and tight slacks. If I had my way, eventually I'd be going downtown on him as soon as humanly possible. He had some type of athletic cologne on, which did turn up my heat levels. It was masculine yet fresh, and I tried to play Madden with him, but was getting destroyed by his 3-4 defense. He never played the game in high school or college, but his tactics reflected the experience of a man on the field.
As the booze warmed us up, I asked about his photography skills. He had a Nikon professional set up, and he smiled as he grabbed several picture books. Wow he had an eye for nature especially, but also for shadows in color and black and white shots. Both of us were sitting on his bed, the controllers on the floor. Looking through the pages he stared off into space. I decided to hold his hand and kiss him. My lips on his felt so soft, yet he pulled back in a recoiling manner. I was stunned as I was certain he'd reciprocate. A strange silence upon us. Then he started to cry. I didn't know what to say really. It was a strange moment in time, as while I wasn't afraid for my physical well being, I was concerned that I just broke a rule of friendship.
There was this odd wrinkle in this moment. Soon the clock ticking on his desk could be heard, and he looked at me and said "how did you know?" That wasn't expected either, but I simply said "it was obvious the way our chemistry is." Then he laughed and smiled. This was getting weird fast. Yet he let me know "it's ok." With tears he said "I'm very attracted to you, but am a virgin, and want to take things slow if ok with you." I was gobsmacked. How could such a tall ginger colored man of his looks be a virgin? He was so freaking sexy, but now it made some sense, despite smoke coming out of my ears. Drinking more he told me "yes in high school I jerked off with other guys, yet now I know I'm attracted to you." This was a relief, and we talked for sometime about human sexuality and actually a lot of topics.
He hadn't come out. Truly he believed his parents didn't know. I felt sad for him as he came from a small but more divisive area of Tennessee. He stated "I enjoyed my times with guys in scouting, but haven't given or received a blowjob, or anything else. Just not sure I'm ready." Looking directly in his eyes I simply said "it's okay." He was much less rigid than before, and so I decided to just let him move at a pace he was comfortable with. We talked about so many things, and while we were still awake, he finally agreed to mutual masturbation with me. As we took our clothes off, he saw my nudity, and his penis got erect in a split section. As we each touched the others private parts, I loved his fire red pubes and beautiful six inch cock. He was enjoying my touch to his manhood and those balls of his, which were joining mine in filling up.
The room was sizzling, and the only noise was our heavy breathing. Pheromones were being released, and he started to moan as I rubbed my palms on his rock hard cock. I asked about rubbing our dicks together. "Sure." This would be his first time for this, and while I was disappointed that we'd have to go at tortoise speed, at least now we knew where we stood. I was anticipating him absolutely fucking me so damn aggressively, but had to settle for round 1 of gay 101. Unreal but despite his reluctance, I knew that eventually I could get him to go as far as my high school lover had gone. He didn't block me from touching his nipples, but staying safe not to kiss him, was frustrating to say the least. Matthew seemed more at ease exploring my hard shaft, although damn I wanted him to plow me all the way properly.
My senses went somewhere. Another dimension perhaps as I squeezed as if I was getting it. That lovely cock of his in me would be a nice present, but for now I had to work him up to that. He was smiling and said, "this feels so good," and this was audible porn for me. Nude guys we were next to each other, and as he pulled on my hardness, my feet dug into the floor as I came all over the place. My hot white thick cum shot out, and I couldn't open my eyes, as I made sure his cock got the same TLC. He was moaning and soon I knew he was close, as I felt his balls go up in his sack. Sure enough he made a noise, and then shot a huge white load of sperm everywhere. As he breathed heavily, I could see the tension ebb away. Although it hadn't gone as far as I wanted he was happy, and after our clothes were back on, admitted to "wanting to do this again." Smiling at him I suggested gay porn to him, where he could see what as a top he'd be experiencing, as I so desired him inside of me. Sooner than a lot later, was what I wanted. Yet I knew not to spook him. Damn it was nice to feel that hot red cock up, but I so desired far more.
Back in the basement, I was still thinking about earlier. Matthew had texted me "that he had a good time." That was a great sign. After the hormonal changes and musky smells had cleared, I wanted him to have had our mutual pleasure more comfortably. This would be a work in progress, and as I took a hot shower, I used a vibrating dildo that was in my shoe box. Taking it in deeply, I knew that I wanted a guy badly. Matthew needed to take me, as I so desired passionately his sexiness. Tis a shame he wasn't the greased machine of hot I was hoping for, but eventually all can be charmed. As my device went in further, I was mesmerized. That cock of him in me penetrating taking me to the edge. Sweat, yelling, and unloading even more DNA I passed our in my own juices. Comatose sleep but dreamt of my night and previous encounters with other men.
Getting up the next day, heading into a quantum physics class, I got a hot text from Matthew. Him in the shower erect, could feel my hole pucker and reach out for him. Had to sit down a minute to get myself together. Coffee drank I texted him "you're so damn hot." It was going to require my focus today, as Dr Benson's classes were all business and no fun. He was constantly drilling us with formulas, and he loved in a most vicious way, of making vulnerable students realize their fragility more. Now I know this person is a psychopath, and thank goodness my last test score was a 94%. He would probably smile, asking me why I missed the other formulas. Truly he was that petty, but he must have paid off the blue bloods at the university to keep his adjunct status.
Today would be World Civilization class too. At least Dr Renner made class pleasant. This wasn't my best subject being more math and science focused, but she showed us how Mesopotamia and other middle eastern cultures were ahead of Europe by leaps and bounds. In her class, I was first made aware of how algebra and the Star names, all were from the Arabian Peninsula. She was good at bringing in an array of subjects, and I did with other students, like her symbology lessons. That was her specialty at Oxford, so to hear from her, was as close to having a world renowned expert in the room with you. There were lots of students, but with her the auditorium was intimate and comfortable. Absolutely one of the university's most dynamic professors.
During lunch at the school's cafeteria, I let Matthew know I wanted to see him again. No answer to my texts, but he probably was in class. Watching news on my phone I was saddened to hear of an earthquake in Turkey. Being familiar with the geological "ring of fire," I knew that area was seismic danger level. Yet seeing videos of bodies under rubble, or parents looking for their children brought me sadness. Was life perfect? No but it was damn close. I also wasn't surprised to see the China and Taiwan tensions continue, and then I finally decided it was time to look into sports. My beloved Dolphins were doing well, and this weekend they'd be close by in the meadow lands. A shame tickets in the nosebleeds were $100. I grasped at the price on resale sites. Where were people getting this money?
Matt got back to me on the phone. He had tests to study for, yet we sent some hot worded texts back and forth. He told me he wanted to cum with me again. Also he said he was curious about blowjobs. Oh my knees got weak thinking of the honor it would be, to play with those fire red pubes taking his cock into my lips. The amount he came was the most I ever had seen, and if I could turn him on and satisfy him with my fingers, he absolutely was going to melt if he allowed me to go down on him. He wouldn't be my first timer, as one "straight" guy in high school let me, and was in my mouth every other day for a year. I enjoyed this, and knowing I was better than his girlfriend made me happy. That was satisfactory all its merits.
In the basement I had my hot pocket with microwave vegetables. There was going to be some study time later, but as I drank some beer, the upstairs door opened. That creak was impossible to miss. Charlie came down, which was slightly unusual, and asked if I'd like to kick back more beers with him. "Sure." I had no doubt he missed his wife as Molly had been in California since early this week. Plus he probably wanted to discuss the booster event, and rehash his football career with me.
Sure enough he had better beers. A German Hefeweizen was much more tasty. Then again as a lawyer in Manhattan, he could afford some luxuries here and there. Considering his wealth he wasn't a showboat, but I did like the $100 Cuban cigar he gifted me after last weeks game. He was the coolest landlord, and his university connections, along with Molly made me feel like part of the family. We were quite content in each other's company, as both of them grew up with easy going folks for the most part. I teased him about the neighborhood blog referring to him, and his wife as the community's "power couple." He made me laugh when he said "better than powerless right?" Touché.
Kicking back another beer with him, he showed me some pictures of him lining up. He was an incredible safety, as he played three years as starter. Sadly his career ended, on the last game of his collegiate time. I had seen the video and winced, but he had literally had an ACL tear that was shocking. It was gruesome. The scar on his right knee said it all, especially when you thought about that play. It was all going normal until that moment. Charlie was modest although probably correct. His chances of the NFL were nil, but he might have made an arena team. Leading our team each season in tackles, and being up there in interceptions was remarkable. I liked his analysis of college and NFL games. Molly even smiled and told him, "take a break from the firm and get in the booth." We both missed her humor and docile demeanor.
I picked up on this, and asked him about his work. He lit up and told me, "ok I'll tell you a bit." Both of us in the living room, drinking beers was always entertaining. He actually could have been a comedian too, as his laugh and mischievous grin, one could see a more attractive Jim Carrey. His brown hair, eyes, and professional haircut that cost a fortune made him a sharp fellow. Most of his work was white collar crime, and his newest and biggest case was a former corporate VP, who had been charged with all kinds of federal embezzlement ones. Even though law wasn't my expertise, I was able to pick out that the prosecutor's office was making an example of this man. Most were allowed to make plea deals, but that wouldn't be happening here. This was a public takedown, although even if the guy could be convicted, he'd do time in "Club Fed." Charlie told me how he was defending him, and also some of the motions he filed. I had no clue about these, and unfortunately for this client, a delay for more legal advice was refused. Charlie and his client had quite the case, and I saw some of the briefs. Thousands of pages!
More beers and laughter, and all kinds of lawyer jokes now. We were both laughing. I had tears out of my eyes, when all of a sudden I saw his intense brown eyes. That's all that was there, and then his hands on my hips. Oh wow he pushed up next to me, and I was hypnotized or something as that kiss immediately ignited the tension that must have been there. Our tongues danced, as he took my shirt off, and oh my his strong hands on my sensitive nipples. This was unexpected yet it was so serene on a cerebral level. This stronger fit man had his way with me, and soon our kisses became even more passionate. Now only in my little yellow tight briefs, I moaned as he kissed me, and at the same time grabbed my shaved hard shaft. Oh my I was literally in a gravity free zone, as soon he was completely naked. It just happened and the man was absolutely huge. So damn hung with a stallion like cock, and soon I was on my knees.
Oh the delicious of him. That musky salty and sweet taste all at once. He was closing his eyes, and his head was on the blue pillow as I went lockjaw on him. Oh yes my lips took his sex in, and he was making manly guttural noises. These were the musical notes of satisfaction, and when he looked in my eyes, he said "oh yes baby yes." I had him right where I wanted to, making sure to suck those behemoth balls. That wonderful taste. Oh his precum was moving up through the tube, as I gave him everything I had. His penis was the longest thickest I ever had, and although I wanted him to fuck me, I was slightly tepid thinking about that. Focusing on making him cum, he surprised me. Picking me up he took my undies off, and brought me up to the master bedroom.
He forced me without forcing me. I couldn't resist his strength, and as he sucked my hard cock, licking my hole, the scent of his expensive niche cologne sang to my olfactory nerves. Oh wow he deep throated me, and I was grabbing the sheets to hold on to something. Then a drawer was opened and I felt his lubed finger going in and out. I was singing. This sensation was the most magical as he had me captivated under his spell. Every time he moved his finger, I knew he had my g spot plotted and was going to make me implode and explode. It was as if I was watching myself, as he literally picked me up, and bent me over.
His cock head on my hole I gasped. That finger now two, and then I heard him grunt. Entry had been obtained. Oh wow I pushed down. It had been some since I had been fucked, although I knew from his sounds, he was enjoying this sweat soaking adventure into me. Smacking my cheeks, and holding onto my waist, he penetrated me quite aggressively. I absolutely was his bitch, and I loved it when he threw his hips into my insides with that huge cock. Lubed up but balls deep, no man had been this far inside my tight ass before. This was uncharted territory. Yet the motions of him were amazing and gratifying.
Eventually he took me from the side. We kissed and I just was putty he was working on. Later on I rode him and when I touched his balls under mine, I knew that a pinnacle of pleasure had been obtained. Soon I was delirious, as his big manhood in me, plus those kisses. I just couldn't hold it in any longer and shot a load that must've gone across the room. My balls emptied out and I screamed in a high pitch of rewarded desire. Soon he was there. His balls were in the up position. Sliding up and down his shaft, I kissed him with the cellular vigor I had left. Whispering "cum in me baby," his back and muscular structure tightened up. He yelled and shot all of his DNA inside of me. Off wow that climax was incredible. Kissing he held me close. Those strong arms and legs were so defined, and all I know was we passed out together.