This story, modified to protect the anonymity of those involved, blends fact and fantasy.
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I woke up, startled to be in someone else's room. Then I remembered last night. I could feel Rich spooning me. His arm was wrapped across my chest and I could feel him breathing slowly. Although he was still asleep, his cock was wide awake. Hot and hard, it was wedged between his stomach and the trench dividing my butt cheeks. It felt good there, in part because it helped confirm that last night wasn't just a dream.
I also had morning wood. Unfortunately, my dick had nothing to keep it company except my hand. I gently fondled myself while savoring the warmth of Rich's body, the sensation of his breath tickling the little hairs on the back of my neck, and the scratch of his pubes against the bottom of my ass. And then there was the soft hair of his muscular forearm, glinting in the sunlight that streamed through his window. Some of the strands on his arm were golden, like the hair on his head. Others were brown while others were reddish. All looked sexy dancing across his skin.
I wish I could have stayed there forever. I couldn't. I needed to piss and take a dump. I repositioned Rich's arm and slid out of his bed. One of the benefits of this dorm is that each room has its own private bathroom. Rich's was just like all the others except that it was his. Dangling from the inside door knob was a damp jock strap rinsed out by hand and left to dry. Like a good ROTC cadet, his sink counter was clean and his medicine cabinet was neat and organized. He had left it hanging open, as if it were ready for inspection. There wasn't much in there: Speed Stick, Gillette shaving cream, a Bic razor, a toothbrush, Colgate, and a bottle of Scope. On top of the toilet bowl was a stack of magazines. At the top was a publication called Aviation Week & Space Technology, which I guess made sense given Rich's poster of Army helicopters. Beneath it was a recent issue of Newsweek. On the cover was O.J. Simpson, who'd recently been charged with the murder of his wife. Yet these magazines served as mere fig leaves for the treasure trove beneath: a small stack of International Male and Undergear catalogs. Realizing that Rich sat here and beat off did nothing to calm my erection. I sat down to take care of business, doing my best to aim my dick downward and piss through my hard-on. I flushed the toilet and grabbed his mouthwash to freshen up.
My breath was now fresh but my cock was still throbbing. When I emerged from the bathroom and saw Rich sprawled out on the bed, my dick got even harder. It's really difficult to capture in words just how gorgeous Rich looked, at least to me. He'd shifted onto his back. He still was wearing that wifebeater. Otherwise he was naked. I quietly approached the side of the bed. I wanted to really look at him, to appreciate his body in detail.
I forced my eyes to start at his feet. Large and muscular, I could see the prominent veins beneath the light coating of hair on the tops of his feet. His legs, covered with golden fuzz, were a study in contrasts. His calves were lean and well-defined but above his knees his quads were massive. Rich could strangle me with those thighs. I could think of worse ways to die, especially because in my final moments I'd enjoy an up close and personal view of his cock and balls. I had barely noticed Rich's nuts last night -- when I first started sucking him, they were still concealed by his shorts -- but now they were on full display. They were true low hangers, sprawling between his thighs in a sac dusted with silken hair not all that different from what feathered around his forearms.
And then there was Rich's cock. Fully erect, it pointed north and laid flat against its nest of brown pubic hair. I know I already commented on its size. Rich would later let me hold it up against a dollar bill. If you have one in your pocket, pull it out. At full mast, Rich's dick is about and inch longer. In terms of girth, his shaft is about two-thirds the width of the dollar. Now roll the dollar into a tube, allowing the ends to overlap by about an inch. This is its circumference, and keep in mind that his helmet is even bigger. No wonder it brought tears to my eyes.
The crown of his cock landed on the ribbed fabric of his tank top. I was eager to see him fully naked, but I have to admit that the tank was really hot. It revealed a lot while allowing just a little bit of mystery. I still hadn't seen him shirtless, but I could appreciate the muscles of his torso, which stretched the tank to full capacity. His waist was narrow, but the fabric flared outward to accommodate his wide lats and pecs. Against the tight cotton I could see the ridges of his abs, the definition of his chest, and even the nubs of his nipples.
The shirt exposed the top part of his chest with its thicket of hair. It was dense but not curly. Instead, the hairs were long and straight and they sort of cascaded upward, feathering over his collarbones toward his thick neck and brawny shoulders. He hadn't shaven in a full day. There was an impressive amount of stubble on his neck and face. The bristly hair accentuated his strong, square jaw, and especially the dimple dividing his chin. His eyebrows were thick, calling attention to his low forehead and the pronounced ridge above his eyes. The effect, very masculine, was softened only by the length of his eyelashes.
Since his left arm was extended across the bed I could also see his armpit, where all his muscles seemed to come together in a gloriously deep and hairy hollow. My own pits were fairly neat and tidy. Beneath each arm I had small tufts of straight hair. About two-thirds pointed up while, beneath the fold of my arm, a smaller tuft pointed down. The hair in Rich's pit was both more widespread and more disorderly. It was longer and more wavy. To my eyes it was sexy.
I wanted to see it up close. To be honest, I also wanted to smell it. I know it's not exactly normal to want to sniff another guy's armpit, but with Rich I couldn't resist. I quietly crawled back into bed, gently laying my head on his bicep. I enjoyed the view and inhaled deeply. I liked the smell. It wasn't rank or anything. Instead, I enjoyed a vague mixture of Speed Stick and muskiness. I liked it.
I reached for Rich's cock, gently grasping it with my left hand. That's when he stirred. His eyes squinted open. He looked at me, smiled, and pulled my face toward his. He kissed me softly. "Thank you," he whispered.
"For what?" I whispered back.
"Thanks for taking my mail," he smiled. He lifted his wrist to glance at his watch. "Do you have class this morning?"
"Not until 11," I responded.
"Same here," he said. "We have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves. But first I have to use the john." He pecked me on the lips as he rose out of bed. "Don't move an inch."
I stared at his ceiling as I listened to him try to piss through his erection. There was a splash in his toilet bowl and then silence. Another splash and then silence. And so on. Finally, he flushed. Then I heard him gargling. He emerged from the bathroom with his cock pointing toward me. He was also flashing his pearly whites. "Now we're both minty fresh," he said.
"But only one of us is fully naked," I complained.
Rich glanced down and took note of his tank top. He grabbed the bottom of its fabric and pulled it over his head. The image of him with his muscular torso exposed and arms raised reminded me of a photo I'd looked at when I first started beating off. It was a Soloflex advertisement in Rolling Stone. But Rich was even hotter than the "Body by Soloflex" model. The guy in the ad was fairly smooth, like me. Rich, on the other hand, was over-the-top masculine.
I shifted toward the wall to make room on the bed. I leaned in to kiss him while reaching for his chest. The hair there was soft and warm. I rolled on top of him as we embraced. I could feel his heat and hardness beneath me. I lowered my face to kiss his stubbly chin and then his neck and his shoulders. Emboldened by his performance the night before, I planted my face in his armpit, smelling him and then tasting him with my tongue. I moved to his other pit and then traced my tongue across his chest. I loved the feel of his hair. His skin was slightly salty. The nubs of his nipples were hard. Rich was sighing, gasping, and whispering "wow" over and over again.
From his sternum I traced a path down his treasure trail toward his dick. Slowly, tentatively, I teased his cock with my tongue by licking lightly up his shaft to the little ridge beneath his piss slit. Lingering at the extra-sensitive spot, I flicked my tongue in rapidly. Then I licked my lips, opened wide, and swallowed his cock. All of it. I was new to this, and Rich is big, but I wanted him badly. I remembered what I'd learned last night about controlling my breathing and gag reflex, and I took my time, slow but sure. Rich moaned when my nose pressed into his pubes.
I started to raise and lower my head. As I eased into a sucking rhythm, my hand massaged Rich's balls. I could taste his pre-cum and smell the musk of his crotch. He laced his fingers through my hair and held the top of my head. He didn't attempt to fuck my face or guide my movements. Instead, his big hand started to caress my scalp, thanking me for the feelings I was giving him. Everything about Rich was such a turn-on. I glanced up to see him smiling at me, intently watching the action. I had to kiss him.
I pulled off his cock, leaving it wet with my saliva, and raised myself over his body. As I pressed my lips to his I also lowered my cock so that it aligned with his erection. We made out hungrily as our dicks dueled below. We started to grind together, thrusting our hips and pressing forward. Our cocks, lubricated by spit and pre-cum, were enjoying the friction of flesh against flesh. I could feel his rod throbbing against mine while his lush nest of pubic hair sent little jolts of electricity through my balls to my brain.
Our tongues were also pressing and thrusting. We panted into each others mouths as we stared into each other's eyes. I was enveloped in Rich's strong arms as his big hands clutched my back. The heat of our bodies, inflamed by passion and the now almost frantic thrusts, caused each of us to sweat. Rich felt so amazing against me. He almost felt like he was part of me. What we were doing was so wanton, so unreserved, so unrestrained, so goddam primal yet somehow so intimate.
I could feel his cock thickening and throbbing. Rich started grunting into my mouth. His cock spasmed, firing volley after volley of 98.6-degree cum between our bodies. His heat and his wetness pushed me over the edge. I felt my nipples harden and my balls contract. As Rich clutched my ass and my face contorted in ecstasy, I started to cum. I could feel our semen mixing between our heaving bodies.
We were still for a minute, enjoying the afterglow. I felt almost dazed. The only sound was our heavy breathing. Rich's kiss broke my trance.
"That was amazing," he said.
"Incredible," I agreed.
Feeling the sticky wetness against my crotch and abs, I gathered the strength to lift up and lower myself back down his torso, lapping up our loads and I cleaned his fur and his skin. Wanting nothing to go to waste, I took his softening cock into my mouth, too. This, I told myself, will never be a chore.
I felt Rich's hand on my shoulder as he slowly pulled me back onto the bed. He had a devilish grin on his face. "I want to taste us, too," he announced. His tongue felt wonderful on my abs and around my crotch. He returned the favor and cleaned my cock. For good measure, he also engulfed my balls.
As thorough as we'd been, we decided it also made sense to wash each other off in the shower. We not only scrubbed each other under the hot spray but also got playful. Rich had me laughing as he kept repeatedly -- and intentionally -- dropping the soap.
All too soon, it was time to get dressed. I'd need to return to my room in what I was wearing last night. He had ROTC class, so I got to watch him put on his "BDU" camouflage fatigues. He looked really handsome in that uniform.
As we got ready to leave the room, he pulled me in for one last kiss. "Want to get dinner tonight? Maybe somewhere off campus?"
"Sure," I agreed.
"Good," he said, "we need to talk."
To be continued...
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