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My roommate and I had such a good arrangement. Plus both of us had a lot in common. Michael was like me, a sophomore and also a history major. While my goal was to be a teacher, and share my passion of the civil war era, he desired being an interpreter for the National Park Service. We were both so young, eager, and excited about our futures as we trudged through classes at William and Mary. For those familiar with this institution, it was the second accredited university in the United States, as the only older place was the omnipotent Harvard. Situated in Williamsburg, which became the early capital after Jamestown residents went further in, our passion was all over the area. Mostly it was known for the early settlements, but also was of course prominent with the famous battle of Yorktown. General Cornwallis surrendered to General Washington who was aided by the French, and this event sent shock waves to the once powerful British empire.
Michael and I had just gotten back from spring break. His family was in northern Virginia, whereas I grew up in the Richmond suburbs. Both of us came from relatively affluent means, and were comfortable strolling around campus in our Ralph Lauren clothing. Actually we preferred wearing nothing. Quite often we'd both study naked, and take turns giving each other blowjobs. Try as I might, and as much as I wanted him so damn badly, Michael wasn't ready to give up his virginity to me. This led to tension. While yes I'd occasionally fuck another guy in his dorm room, I wanted my roomie with desire and unspeakable heat. The saying is true "young, dumb, and full of cum." We both could go to classes all day, and return before dinner, and suck each other off. Michael thankfully enjoyed kissing, cuddling, and even let me explore him. He'd quake when I'd rim his rear end, and also loved it when i sucked his toes and fingers. Michael's eyes when he gave me head, literally have me hard as a rock right now. The same eight inch penis he used to stroke and suck, desires his lips for more toe curling fun.
His green swirly eyes, and his blonde hair that he had dyed lighter blonde on the roots, wow he was so sexy. At 5'6 he was petite size, with no facial hair, actually come to think of it not much hair anywhere. Yes I did teach him how to shave his penis and testicles, but his chest was nice and smooth, and the smile on his face when playing with his nipples spoke volumes. I was a lot bigger than him, at 6'3 and 220, and my eight inches were more substantial than his 5 or so. Still he had one of the most beautiful cocks and balls I've ever seen, and tasting his cum used to be one of my favorite treats. Quite often we'd be in our room, and I was on my knees slurping his penis up. Bobbing up and down, hearing him moan as he touched the hair on my head, and then with his silky lips taking me to a climax with my sperm down his throat. Michael was a master of gently palming my sensitive balls, and encouraging the cum out of them onto his tongue.
Sometimes we'd drink, and with the lube in my dresser close by, I was hoping to finally go all the way with him. Michael admitted several times, he was open to the idea, of me doing him eventually. True he let me finger him finally, and confirmed he liked how it felt. Unfortunately every time I brought it up he "wasn't ready," or chickened out. I was still happy though, and liked going into his shorts to touch his smooth cock as our tongues danced together. His taste I'll never forget. He always wore Polo too, which made me horny all by itself, and his lips locked with mine, we made out for hours sometimes. We'd be kissing and rubbing our hardware together. Although usually it ended up with blowjobs to completion, sometimes it was handjobs or rubbing our cocks together until we climaxed together.
We discussed our spring breaks. My sister got married which was fun, and he was able to visit relatives in Florida. It was good to be back in the dorm with him. Our first day back, and it was into kissing, sucking, and feeling each other up. His hands and mouth were sexual electricity to me. I always wanted to be with him. While we didn't have a relationship on paper, I was very attached to him, and we got along so well. Between our make out sessions, one of our favorite games was to revisit historical events and come up with "what if's." He agreed that if the confederate army stayed south, and the cigar case wasn't found near Gettysburg, we'd probably be two countries now. If JFK hadn't been killed, Vietnam probably wouldn't have been nearly as bad. He taught me about the Gulf of Tonkin incident, which looking at it, reminded me of "wag the dog type of activities." It definitely was a war based on a lot of lies, and sadly cost so many lives. He also taught me about the north Vietnamese tunnel system, of which I had no clue even existed, but it was a source of frustration to both the French and Americans.
Kindred spirits. We got along so splendidly, and liked musing about whether two atomic bombs, were really needed to defeat Japan. Also we were fascinated by the Cuban missile crisis, and how close to a war that became. Tense times for sure, but we were lucky enough to read about it, rather than living in that must have been a stressful time. One night we drank and discussed, of all things the Columbus escapades. We both were thinking the same thing. How could such a vicious man, who never landed on what's now the USA, have a holiday and so much named after him. Michael was passionate about this, and came up with indigenous day long before others did. That night as usual ended up with us 69 time, and our juices in each other's mouths. Man I loved the sweet sugary taste of his thick warm sperm.
As the semester ticked away, this memory is clear as if it happened yesterday. Michael and I were drinking, he began pulling my shorts down. Soon my penis was enveloped by his mouth. My eyes rolled up and as he pulled off his clothes, he said "Terry, be gentle but I want you to fuck me." It was so good to hear him and that voice of his, saying the magic words I had waited so long on. First I played with his extremely tight hole and kissed him. Michael moaned. He was feeling good and primed, as I had lived him up, and had him lie face down on pillows. There I gently slid my cock in his ass. There was the popping noise as I inserted in him, and gently I slid in centimeter by centimeter. He was so damn tight. It took a lot of effort not to just go to town on him, as his rear end felt so good and the lube simmered my penis.
He had drank some booze and smoked weed. Finally Michael started to relax more, and I was more than halfway in, digging deeper every moment. Oh it just felt so good, and I didn't last very long, blowing a humongous load into his absolutely apple shaped rear end. Cum poured out of him, and as we kissed, I jerked him off, putting his sperm on my tongue. We kissed even more as finally I had my first experience with him, and he no longer was a virgin. He later admitted to bleeding, so I had popped his cherry. I told him the more we did it, the more his nerve endings and his prostate, would appreciate my hard cock inside of him. Sure enough as the semester went on, sure sometimes we stuck to sucking, but he eventually was thrilled to bottom for me.
His favorite position was mine as well. He rode me and played with my balls. It was a feeling of exhilaration and bliss of the highest order. The squeezing of him around my hardened penis, him touching my chest too, as we kissed each other with every bit of youth vigor we had in each molecule. Nights of hot sex, kissing, and historical discussion became our daily and nightly routine. I continued to breed him often, and he was finally able to cum hands free to the cadence of my penis and how my hips jiggled into his. It always was a pleasure, to stroke his shaft, kiss, and blow huge loads of dna into his hot wet asshole. That year was the best in college, as he became my cum dumpster, and always wanted me inside him. Of course I was always happy to oblige.