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The humidity of the city streets seemed to make our shirts sweat without much effort. I now understood why history books, called DC "a swamp," and it wasn't because of that idiotic orange man. Instead it was based upon what George Washington said, when told that the capital was to be put there. He was familiar with the area, living at Mount Vernon not far off from this location. Yet the other founding fathers, and politicians disregarded his desires for somewhere else. Even back then, he was smart enough to realize, the importance of having a capital in a more centralized as well as inland area. The War of 1812 made this more prominent, as the British burned down the first White House. First lady Dolly Madison, thankfully grabbed a bunch of historical documents and paintings. One of these was the actual Declaration of Independence. You can now visit this in the National Archives in DC, where is it hermetically sealed into a chamber that keeps its temperature and humidity stable. For years my college friend Lonnie and I had dreamed of visiting this historic city, as we went to James Madison University in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia. Sure there was plenty of history there, including a lot of civil war battlefields, but we really needed to get to our desired location.
Harrisonburg wasn't that far away, but as Lonnie and I finished out our second year, we both at 19 decided to make a road trip. We would stay in Oxon Hill, MD, which is about ten miles outside of DC in a dilapidated Holiday Inn. While it wasn't luxury, it did provide us a place to rest, or more like it have some fun after seeing the daily sights. We truly were per the cliche "young, dumb, and full of cum." We had been friends with benefits for a few months now, and while I grew up close in Staunton, he had lived always closer to Virginia Beach. I was the hillbilly, he was the absolutely smoking hot American of Vietnamese descent, that made my balls full up in a matter of seconds. We both knew when we met each other at the frat party, that we had more of a connection than just being gay. He was good company, cerebral, and also fascinated by history. He was a first generation American, sadly my family probably had more slaves in the valley, as our last name was so common. I cared for all people, but deep down I felt sorry for what our family had done, and also I agreed with Lonnie Vietnam was a disaster.
He certainly taught me a lot about good food. On visiting his parents, who were totally accepting of our orientation, his mom and dad both taught me a lot of new meals I had never had. His sister was especially kind. She really was a wonderful human being, and went out of her way, to help me cook dishes the right way without obnoxious prodding. She was right, I learned from my mistakes. I still think of her gentle presence, as life isn't always fair. Her life ended suddenly and tragically a few years later, by a drunk driver, who got off with just a year imprisonment for his irresponsibility. It breaks my heart such a wonderful soul, and a great family, would have to endure such pain. I have visited her grave site, and cried real tears, as I can't even begin to imagine the tremendous loss and trespassing of anger, that all of this family have to carry each and every day.
These were good times though, and Lonnie and I got along marvelously. He was so cute, and when I wasn't kissing him, or absolutely dropping the hammer on him, I did really like being in his presence. He had such a wonderful smile. His passion for history spurred mine, despite my degree being in Economics. He always laughed calling my material "dry", and yet I couldn't respond to his history courses as that. Instead I found myself reading some of his books, and other ones that his professors recommended. It was here that I learned I missed a lot in elementary, middle, and high school. Yes I had learned some, but not most, and especially with regards to black history. I had no clue about so much, that there was a lot of musing, was this intentionally done? My parents had educated me about the civil rights movement, our family's shameful past, and a lot about changes in attitudes. Yet still I was grasping at straws. How could I not know about the black migration of the 1920's to 1960's, or about the disgraceful Jim Crow rules, that truly were slavery still? Thank goodness for higher education, as here was a diverse college, and I was happy my dorm residents and others, patiently answered my questions the best that they could. I had friends of all backgrounds, and was sad that some of my black classmates, felt the hand of racism in ways that I could not always see. Yet some I did, as I became involved in efforts with voting rights and police reforms.
Lonnie and I had a lovely weekend. We went up in the Washington Monument. Most didn't catch on to our joke, that it looked like a huge penis. We didn't mean any disrespect to the people who built it, and it was amazing to see the two colors of limestone. Due to it being built before and after the civil war, they had to use two differing materials. At 555 feet tall, no building was allowed to eclipse its height in DC. We loved the capitol building tour, and were somber by the Vietnam Wall. We probably walked 10 miles. If you go to see the monuments, definitely visit the Jefferson and Lincoln Memorials. The architecture swept us both off of our feet, as did seeing the White House in person. To think of all the men, who sat in there during crucial periods of wars or other conflicts, sent shock waves through both of us. The World War 1 memorial was so small though, and as Lonnie was studying that era in a class, he was most disappointed that it wasn't better. He told me about the "Doughboys" protesting in the streets after the conflict, for benefits that later on became the GI Bill and other appropriate things for men and women who served abroad.
He was looking really good in his purple JMU shorts, and grey tshirt. At 5"5 he wasn't very tall, petite in stature, and was "little" compared to my 6'3 big frame. I worked out a lot, and he called me "Big Terry." I called him my "Little Spoon," and we were able to sneak in some quick kisses on our tours of the highlighted locations. In the elevator of the Washington Monument, that is a rather bit intimidating, I grabbed his ass and saw him with that trademark smile of his. Oh yes, he was going to get fucked tonight, and I'd definitely bring the passion to cap off this day of touring the nations capital attractions. We drank a lot of water, as it was easily 95 degrees, and I could see his nipples with the sweat marks that did turn me on. We were lucky enough to find some food trucks, shade, and this is a city with great mobile cooking units.
Back at the hotel, we settled in our room. Lonnie of course to drive me crazy, took off his clothes. He looked so good with his shaved pubes, nice slender cock and plump rear end. Very feminine, and in the shower, before I could make any moves. Steam exited the bathroom, and soon I took a shower, and I washed off myself with the bar of soap that I did remember. I was so hard, and being young, I knew what had to be taken care of. As I looked down, my eight inches of cock were up in the air, my balls were full of sperm, and I had to have Lonnie. It wasn't a possibility, rather it was a must. Coming out of the bathroom, Lonnie was naked on the red bedspread, and wow did he look good. His legs were wide open, and I joined him, kissing him on the lips and holding his hands. We felt the energy surge between us.
Kissing him aggressively, I touched his hardness, and absolutely loved the smoothness of his chest and private parts. His ass smooth, everything about him really, I could tell he wanted me that night. He had indeed been prepared to get fucked, and I was ready to deliver a performance of epic proportions. Our lips sealed, our eyes looking at each other, he started moaning as I twisted his nipples gently. He smiled as I took his penis in my mouth. Up and down I went, and the slurping sounds drove us to a point that made us damn close to being rabid. His precum and penis, wow did I love that musky scent that traipsed off of him. I always loved giving head, and his five inches were in my mouth all of the way. I can't describe his cock other than dark skinned, shaved, and a nice head on top of his thick shaft. He had smaller sized balls, but they were very sensitive, and he gasped as I took each one in my mouth. Lonnie was writhing around on the bed, and the smell of his cock on my breath, he grabbed my head to kiss me.
Soon he was exploring my body. He touched my dick, and caressed my testicles, as we kissed even more. Soon he was giving me head. It felt so good. Voltage was for real, as my pulsating penis, I could feel the precum leaking into his mouth. That clicking sound. Oh yes he had complete control of me, and he smiled as he went down on my cock all the way. Lonnie had the sweetest silkiest lips ever, and just knew how to tantalize my head with his swirling tongue that was magical. Soon we continued kissing, and he begged me, "fuck me." I was more than ready to help out in this department, as my balls felt like heavy anvils, and I just had to breed my good friend the way he deserved to be.
I took him from behind. It felt so good going into his ass with lube, and I liked that sensation of when all the way in the first stroke. In and out I went, and he was practically breathing so heavily, that I wondered if others next door could hear us. Oh well, as I pumped him hard. His legs shook. I grabbed his black hair on his head, and just aggressively pummeled him as deeply as I could. Turning him around, I took Lonnie from the edge of the bed. So good to have his feet on my shoulders, as I watched my penis disappear into him. He came everywhere. Oh wow without warning, a slew of his sperm went up in the air, and he cried out in pleasure and pain, as it had been some time that I deep plowed him like this. I became more turned on, and us kissing, along with him telling me to "breed me," caused me to lose control. The sensation of fury came, and then a release, as my cock exploded inside of him. Sperm shot into his rear end, and I felt my heart beat racing, and a feel of transcendental calming. That whole weekend we did nothing but tour the capital and his ass, which turned out to be one of the best trips ever. This was a wonderful time, and I so wish he was not in California right now, as he definitely needs to be plowed by by white cock that so sexily contrasts with his stunningly cute skin tone. Oh, how I wish my hands were on his hips.