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The semester had flown by. Sure enough per tradition it seemed, our football team just missed the playoffs. It was frustrating to be so close, although my sophomore season showed Coach Mullins and others promise. John Mackey was coming back as our quarterback as a senior. We didn't lose many to graduating, and Mack and I practiced routes even on days off. We were hoping for more of a connection, and had tight end Ray Lamore join us. He was a giant, and while the quarterback and line appreciated his tackle prowess, we knew he had to catch more passes. The NCAA was changing quickly, and this could allow our team the opportunity to spread the ball around.
Classes were getting intense. Recently some of my math and science ones, had all sorts of formulas and exercises to get through. Some nights I literally drank booze with aspirin to boot. Admittedly these subjects were my passion, but they were in an area of study, that had to at least be embraced before evolving forward. Then there was a shock to our campus. Social workers and therapists were brought in due to several suicides. I didn't know the man or woman, but my heart was heavy for their family and friends. At academic institutions such as ours, the pressure was a constant factor. This is why I found practicing running routes, or lifting in the team gym therapeutic. Now with some more muscle, I was feeling better, and even more vibrant than before.
Molly was back home, so Charlie and I had to put a temporary hold on our romantic soirées. To a degree I felt bad about cheating on his wife with him, but he just really knew what he was doing. Plus I had never had a man so hung, so passionate, and so in shape. He was in many ways still the college safety, and I swooned over him even more. Yet now for the sake of their marriage, we discussed taking a break, despite neither of us wanting to. I was so turned on when he told me I was tighter than his wife. My ass belonged to him, and the sooner the stretching continued would be a beautiful day. Now I had my other guy moving up, in the world of gay love, but we were still not where I wanted us to be.
Classes were time consuming, but being a 19 year old sophomore, meant that I had lots of energy. I could stay out all night and show up to class just fine. This is why I finally decided to invite Matthew over for the weekend. My hope was we could finally cross the rubicon. I finally had sucked him dry, but he hadn't reciprocated, and I so desired his beautiful fire red pubic cock in me. So far that was a non starter, despite my getting him to explode down my throat. I understood to a degree, but come on and just take care of business man. What more did I have to do? Bend over and beg? He was good company, and I really liked him, yet the tension was a real issue between us. Hoping we could cross more of this, as no kisses still either. Some guys in my past were a bit like this, but didn't rule them out. Was he a germaphobe?
Dinner was served. I was trying to ease back as the basement of my landlord's home was huge. The bedroom, family room, bathroom, and laundry area were larger than my family's place in Florida. Wearing sweats, both Matthew and I ate the delivered pizza, and started up with the liquor. Also I got a semi apology from him. He said that he was "trying to go further, but couldn't figure out why." My first instinct was to get mad, but a red face wouldn't attract him. Instead I decided to breathe in, acknowledge this, but not make a stink out of it. The answer was tequila, and I made sure he had some tonight, as my high school lover used to drink this and hammer me away to what seemed to be the most happy oblivion. He was looking more charmed by the moment, and I decided to invite him in the shower.
Taking my clothes off completely. My shaved cock and balls, smooth and soft bottom to let him know where I was, Matthews green eyes lit up. That smile was one of approval. He followed my lead, and soon his sweats and underwear were off, with his lovely erect cock and those Irish features I desired completely. Ravenously I was hot blooded, but held control of myself, but did place my cock on his. Rubbing our dicks together, I massaged his balls gently, and his moans along with tightening up were clear indications of a green light. Such am amazing sensation to have our sex organs meet, and I held his hand to bring him to the shower. Hot water on, we spent some time soaping each other off. Matthew was more into me this time, and as I turned the water off, I made sure to dry him off.
Touching his nipples I began toweling him. He aaa moaning, and before I knew it he was kissing me. Oh my. His lips were awe inspiring. The electricity with smacks, and then oh yes his tongue was in my mouth. I returned this dance move in unison, massaging his red rocket in my hands. Heat bubble was around us. The passion was screaming, and I was hopeful yet still wary. Yet he continued to kiss me, and then looked in my eyes smiling. I about melted, and as he touched my penis, he told me "it's time." Those words made me even more excited, and I held his hands, kissing as we walked to the bed. That comfortable familiar blue sheets, and those pillows. Soon we were lying next to each other, and as we continued with the frot, he surprised me by all of a sudden getting up.
Oh my he was licking my genitals. On the bed he was giving me a blowjob. It might not have been the best ever but he had come through. I loved the sensation of his heat and saliva, sending messages all the way up and down my spinal column. He was bobbing up and down, and I lay there breathing as I watched this with fascination. Matthew was so handsome, clean shaven, and those lips were locked well now. I was feeling warm and relaxed, although I wanted him so badly. Grabbing the lube from the table side of the bed, I pushed him down and gave him the blowjob of my life.
Saliva everywhere. Down out of my mouth I spit on his pole. Soaking. He literally screamed as I went up and down on his big hard cock. It was mine and he was also. With full on aggression I deep throated him, and the throbbing and screams of passion were the result of success. Going down his hardness, licking his testicles, and continuing to make his balls produce sperm was my primary goal. His green eyes were sparking up, and his body language was aligned up to my desires. We were going to. I would have him inside of me. Lubing myself up I put some of the warming liquid on his male genitalia, and got on top.
He was ridiculously hard. That boner was a missile and I took it inside of me. First I pushed down and as he entered me, I saw him smile. His eyes closed he said "oh baby feels so good." He was locked in and in another dimension, as I went down him slowly and deliberately. He wasn't huge but that throbbing sex in me, words can't do this justice as I finally had him. He was making love to me, and with the way his hips were moving, he knew instinctively what I wanted. I was taking his virginity by taking him inside my ass. This was so good, and as I rode his pony, the warmth and fun pressure felt enthralling. The bliss was succinct, and I loved how good he felt where he belonged. Touching his balls I felt them moving up his scrotum. He wasn't going to last long, but even mere moments of this were eye opening pleasure.
I loved how he was up in my insides. He was enjoying this, and seeing him like this got me off. I literally as he went by my g spot, shot a huge load and yelled like a banshee. All this sweat and hormonal release. The energy was that of rarely seen or felt, as I was emptied out. He was so close and I held my hole as tight as possible. Oh yes it made a difference. The intensity was surreal. It was if we were going to fly, and then as his jaw clenched up his contents filled me up. The direct heat was amazing as I loved watching my new guy delivering all of his DNA to my depths. He was still yelling, as this orgasm had officially crossed into Richter scale territory. Oh wow we had the bed shaking and now my legs were. Getting off of Matthew, his smile said everything. Then he surprised me by a poignant kiss. He smiled and said "thank you."