Happy new year! Hope all are well, and let's do what we can to support our LGBT home. Nifty! A platform like this is expensive, but if we can all pitch in, we can make a difference. Terry
At twenty years old I was naive, yet at the same time an old soul. My interests were more in line with older people, that had some salt and pepper in their hair or beards. The previous summer I had some fun daddy time, and admittedly lately my ass, had been desiring of being pounded. Gay guys know what I'm talking about, as you desire that dick all the day, and become insatiably horny. You spend night after night masturbating to gay porn, or fingering yourself to get that from the insides explosive orgasm. Yet as much as you try, even with the high end vibrating butt plugs, nothing compares to a real mans penis. Even a smaller one is better than toys, although they do serve a purpose. I remember that Friday well, as I let the vibrating eggs in my hole shake and pop around, as I watched a bottom get throttled on the computer. His hard penis from being topped so good, the biting of lips, and satisfying his partner made me damn near rabid.
Young, dumb, and full of cum. The daddy from last summer was deployed, and how did I miss our wild sessions at his house. My dorm was almost never empty thanks to Josh being so studious. I think this semester he was taking 21 credits. Madness but biology with pre med was a serious program. My political science was lightweight in comparison. Rarely did I study or have long assignments. Last night I had shaved my crotch, balls, and legs due to an inevitable encounter. Off campus senior Mark told me "tonight, I'm going to fuck your brains out." A few days ago I was at his house, and blew him until his sperm dribbled down my throat. He tasted amazing, and his promise made me very horny. Mark was so good looking and strong too. While I was emo like with my black eye shadow and fingernails, he was a jock type. I was only 5'5 and slender, while he has a linebacker was 6'4 and a good 250 pounds of muscle. To be honest he kind of scared me. Yet this also was something that got me excited too.
He had purposely gotten me buzzing with mixed drinks, and I didn't resist his advances. From what I remember, he took his pants off, telling me to massage his private parts. No fight in me as I was happy to, and even more so when his underwear was off. His big thick penis was so erect, and with much hands or lips, it's where I wanted to be. I desired him, and as his cum was in my mouth, the sound of his moaning and shaking legs drove me crazy. On my knees I sealed my lips around him so tightly, and my mouth was filled with his baby batter in thick gobs. His taste was the sweetest, and slurping up his big balls made me horny. Ever since that I kept thinking about him naked, and how I wished he had fucked me. Now I had my chance, and I wasn't going to miss this opportunity.
In the shower I cleaned myself everywhere. Obviously my soon to be defiled rear end, private parts, pits, and as I touched my nipples the sensation surprised me. I was becoming a horny bitch, and in the mirror I could see my hard 7" shaved shaft at full attention. Mark knew I wanted to rub our cocks together, as we kissed, and also that I expected him to take me however he saw fit. Bending over for him or whatever he wanted, was the biggest turn on of all. Thinking of his ripped biceps and tight stomach, and how he seemingly sweat testosterone as I slurped his manhood made me very frisky. His polo red cologne's scent with its coffee and citrus tones, just had me overthinking. I was a bit nervous. No I wasn't going to lose my virginity, but hadn't experienced that big, and just wanted to make him cum so much.
As I looked in the mirror, I did apply my lip balm, to accentuate the PSI factor from a visual standpoint. Also put on my little thong and see through mesh underwear's. Hoping Mark would feel me up there, and finger my ass, as I so needed him. My smooth penis and crotch were gift wrapped in this, and I so wanted to kiss him. Only another hour and I'd be over at his house just a couple blocks over. The little blue shorts were on, as was the tight blue t shirt, and my crocs with my feet ready to come flying out of them. Mark had turned me on, yet also intimidated me, and this mixture of feelings led to both trepidation and desire. Then again the first time we met at a frat party, he was bold enough to grab my ass, and tell me "I belonged to him." He was so assertive and confident, which made my balls hurt even more as I wanted to be everything he desired.
As Josh was on his computer, studying who knows what, I wished him well. He smiled and said, "guess you're getting lucky tonight?" I had to laugh. Despite being a geek, him and his girlfriend were totally accepting of my sexuality. He didn't miss much and I said "hopefully." Like a doting parent, he told me to "be careful yet have fun," and as I turned the lock on our dorm door, I headed off to the abyss of many unknowns. Yes I knew Mark pretty well, yet tonight we were set to cross a new rubicon, and I wasn't sure what it meant. This newness made me excited, but part of me was wary.
Downtown traffic wasn't too heavy. I waved to our college bus driver Charles, who was a beloved figure on campus. Every trip on his shuttle was funny. Some people have charisma naturally, and he had it in abundance, as he made everyone feel welcomed and valued. Rumor had it he was retiring after this year, and so many of us hoped it wasn't true. We wanted to graduate with him, as he always helped us before a test or in a moment of homesickness. I hoped the university gave him some sort of award, because he was everyone's favorite employee. He had been driving the bus around campus before all of us were born. It wasn't uncommon to see former students return, to say hi to him, or introduce their children to him.
The only kids in my future, would be inside me from Marks cock if he did in fact fuck me as I so desired. Some confident guys flaked out. One guy in my high school whom I sucked regularly did, and after that our interactions had become awkward. We had a good friendship too, but that fell to the weigh side. Wow that was a long time ago, as I marched past Mario's Pizzeria and the Poor House bar. These two establishments were visited by every student, but where I wanted to go was the small apartment by Main Street.
Knocking on the door, my butterflies were in full effect. Yet mercifully they didn't last long as the leviathan stepped out. Mark looked so studly with that blonde hair, blue eyes, well developed body, and oh yes. He wore a white sleeveless shirt and tight athletic compression shorts. I couldn't help it. He caught me looking at his crotch. Smiling mischievously he welcomed me in, and said "my roommate is gone for the weekend, what would you like to drink?" Your cum. Had to think for a second. I agreed to let him make rum drinks, and they were tasty. I was feeling good, and as we sat on his old style blue plaid couch, he nibbled on my ear. Moving down on me, he rubbed my penis in my shorts, and I moaned as why would I do anything but allow this to continue.
Buzzing lightly I made myself close to his face, looking in his eyes that seemed to dance, and inserted my tongue in his mouth. His scent of cologne made me even hornier as it surrounded us, and we were kissing with every bit of heat that both of us were in. He had my shirt and pants off. Soon he had my feminine undies off, and oh wow did his hands feel so good on my hard cock and testicles. I was in another dimension of pleasure. Soon his clothes were off, and we stood together, kissing with our sex organs rubbing up against each other's. It was so defying of everything, and without hesitation I got on my knees to take him in my mouth.
His big cut cock was gorgeous. It was like worshipping as I massaged his shaft, licking around the corners, and slurping hid balls up as much as possible. Mark was screaming and just losing it, as I kept my focus on his penis's nerve endings. He seemed most reactive when I just went up and down bobbing away, especially after I spat my warm spit on his manhood. The taste was incredible. Musky, manly, and sugary sweet. His precum was oozing into my taste buds, and I touched his hips and balls, to fully engage his sex drive with all that I had. Full on passion, I wanted him to need me each and every day. It took a lot of energy to bring his long thick penis into my mouth, but his reactions were worth this effort.
I owned his large organ. Making sure he saw my tongue darting back and forward on his head, his eyes rolled as I sucked him into the back of my throat. No gag reflex and pure pleasure for him, as he loved my warm slobbery mouth, and I loved his musky dick where it belonged. For now. Already I had other ideas, as I told him "take me to the kitchen," before I went all the way down on his erect penis. His knees were buckling. At first he tried to say bedroom, but eventually he came around to my decision. I so desired him, and it was time for him to be inside of me, so two could become one. Like an erotic dance that had been done for countless centuries, we were only continuing the tribal like formula that gay men had found in lust for one another.
Soon he was kissing me, and I know he was turned on too, that we were sharing his juices. His DNA. He had me up against the counter. Taking my shift off he felt my sensitive nipples up, and as he kissed me, he surprised me by hoisting me up. Oh yes I was where he made his foods, and he noticed I caught on to this. "Damn right I'm going to eat you up!" That deep voice of his made me giddy. Soon he was massaging my penis and balls, as the smell of sex, and sensations of his touch was making me so damn hard. Mark then immediately made a b line for my cock, and as he sucked away, I was in a paradise of contentment. My dick was in his mouth, and soon as I mumbled in perhaps a unknown language, he fingered me with lube that appeared out of nowhere. The warm wet feeling. Oh his thumb. That popping sensation. His index finger sending signals to my g spot to get ready, as soon I was going to be boarded.
It was surreal, and Mark made me feel comfortable and relaxed. Admittedly the booze helped too, but he went at my penis and hole with enthusiasm. A dream come true, and soon he brought me down. We stood together penises rubbing, and I liked it when his hands joined them together. I was his school boy. Our breathing and heart rates were so intense, as was the temperature of the room. Kissing he bent me over the counter and had his way with me. First his fingers and then oh my that big stretched out thick long probe from his groin. He held on to my ass cheeks and slid himself further into me, as my teeth were into my lips biting down. Touching my feet too, he knew full well what he was doing, and I looked back at him. No words were exchanged but he knew.
With my legs opened and my back on the counter, he was sliding in even further. As I arched up the breathing out of my nostrils was loud. Everything went from aware to super aware. "Kiss me." He did and as our tongues meshed together, I looked him in the eyes and touched his chest. So strong so firm and oh my his big penis and wiggling hips were stretching me. I felt his balls hit my hole. Only thing holding him back and I screamed out from it being a bit much, but then simply enjoyed the ride. He touched my feet and placed them on his shoulders, and oh him on my toes was a incredible feeling that words can't describe. Being pumped like this was intense and so damn good.
I could see his thickness splitting me. This was even more of a turn on, as was his playing with my hard shaft. Soon he was touching my testicles too, and as he penetrated me with a dedicated rhythm, I started to become unhinged. Losing control. Shuddering. Shaking. Dripping in sweat. Our maleness and sexual appetites combined, I simply couldn't hold it anymore as the adrenaline surge kicked in with lighting speed. Oh yes as I howled and screamed, and with each push of his penis hitting my prostate in my opened legs, I came all over myself with a mind boggling orgasm. Never had I felt this sensation, as walking on a warm balmy revelation of sexual release and bliss unfurled.
As what was left of my reality came into focus, I stared into his eyes with my pouty mouth. It was so deep in me. He was in a place no other guy had reached physically, mentally , and probably emotionally. It was a experience that had me still, despite my cock unloading sperm everywhere, this sensation of warmth on my prostate and Mark touching my nipples. Soon I used my long arms to feel his, and as he kissed me, his sperm was filling my hole like a cream pie would be done at a factory. He bred me and his live sperm under that white thick fluid was swimming in my insides as he howled like a wolf. His sweat, scent, and screaming permeate me even now.
As he stood, his penis retracting out of me, we both were breathing so heavily. Defiled with my hole still leaking, he got us ice water. It was so refreshing as I had never been plowed like that, and the heat was searing as we both came down from a sexual high. Mark held me, and I loved his scent of sweat and cologne together. As he put on his clothes, he asked me to sit naked for awhile on his counter, and I was happy to comply. Later that night we went at it ravenously again, and he was one of the best lovers I ever had. Writing this I detect his smell and my hole craves his manhood in me. All of us deserve this type of passion.