I yearned to be with Roger again, after my first experience with another guy. After that campout, it was the return to class, with all of the usual papers and trying to get good grades. I was told by my guidance counselor, who generally was useless as an amoeba not under a microscope, that this was the year colleges started paying attention to ones gpa. So with tedious effort, I tried everything to improve my scores, even taking every opportunity after class to do better. Trigonometry wasn't fun, and during Mrs. Hardesty's class, my mind drifted back to sucking Rogers big penis off. I remembered how he spit on my cock, and told me to relax, as he slid me into him and it felt so amazing. Please don't call me up in front right now, as if I could have, I would have masturbated there. Damn I was horny, thinking of how I ended up in his underwear playing with his egg sized nuts. Obviously I had no awareness of it, but at the same time, Roger was in English literature thinking about our encounter. We had been friends for years, ran on the track team together, and he was hard thinking about how he finally landed me in bed. He had tried before, by looking at my package, or peering at my manhood in the scout shower. Roger's athletic body tensed up, as he thought about how he took my entire penis in his mouth, and how we both came as I penetrated him. He had had sex before, but I apparently jarred something loose in him, that made him desire me even more. Why did he have to learn sonnets, when we could be kissing and getting it on.
We saw each other in the hallways. His red hair and green eyes always caught my attention. He smiled as did I, and we met up by his locker. We caught up somewhat anonymously, about how special camping this past weekend was, and he told me, "come over to my house after school." His mom was at work, and the hours was ours for "trying things out." Oh my goodness I went to American history even harder, and could feel the precum oozing out, as being with him in the hallway made me desire him even more. It was tough not kissing him right there, or running my fingers on his smooth chest. Damn he looked good in the tight shorts and blue Stussy t shirt.
Hours at school felt multiplied. I guessed that one day, work would feel like the clock slowed down. While I tried to pay attention to my teachers, my true thoughts were elsewhere, as I could feel the sperm filling up my balls, making them dangle even more uncomfortably. So just wanted to rip the jeans off at least, but finally my dreams were answered by the last bell, and Rogers house was within walking distance. I was far more confident, but yes there were butterflies to contend with. Yet my feet seemed to hustle on their own, as his family's cozy rambler came into view. Knocking on the door, he answered it with no shirt on, and the tiniest bright orange shorts I had ever seen. The door closed and we were kissing so passionately, our tongues dancing together in perfect unison. Oh yes it felt so good, as we were both turned on, and I put my hands down his little shorts.
Roger moaned and looking in his green eyes, he grabbed me by the hand, and said, "follow me." I did as instructed, because I simply had to have him, and every cylinder on my hormones was turned on with intensity. We got to his bedroom, and he gently pushed me on to his bed. Kissing, feeling each other up, oh yes he started to dance his tongue around my neck and I might as well have lost it. Our clothes must have fell off, as we were French kissing, and our cocks were rubbing together. The sensation was incredible, and Roger started to go down on me, and I literally felt warm ness and a rush of adrenaline. Looking into his velvety green eyes I got so hot, and I couldn't help but sound primal, as he took all 7 inches of me into his lips so deftly.
Here in his bed my hands clenched his bedsheets. The room was spinning, the temperature was in the thousands, and I just remember grabbing him. I touched his hair, looking into his eyes, and told him, "lie down as I'm going to warm you up, and I so want to fuck your brains out." With a smile he complied. I got better at sucking him, as I put my tongue around my teeth, gently going up his pulsating penis. It felt good to watch him lean back in ecstasy, and those red pubes made me turn into some sort of sexual beast. Feeling them and his testicles in my hand, I could see him wiggling about, and he finally said, "Mike, please do me." With that he pulled out lubricant, and rubbed it up and down my hard shaft. It warmed up my cock, and with him bending over, I made the plunge.
At first he cried out a bit. Perhaps I was a bit anxious and went in a little too quick, but I simply couldn't help it. He arched his back and soon, I was holding his hips, and it truly felt incredible to be inside him. He panted and told me "go as far as you want." This made me even hotter, and soon he started to buckle up, as pushing myself in him led to a feeling of pleasure that's hard to describe. It was like being in a world of harmony, and while I could hear my balls slapping on him, I mostly zoned out and heard him moaning. All of a sudden he tightened up, and I could feel him jerking his penis off. His scream of joy let me know he came all over his bedsheets, and made me even more of a rabid animal, assailing him with every bit of vigor I had. Everything slowed down, the feeling of his tight hole and the slippery noise of the lube were a complete hypnosis on my sex drive. All stopped as the surge of hot juices rang out of my cock, and my eyes rolled up, as I bit my lips and howled with pleasure I'd not ever endured. Looking down I could see my cum in his rear end, the amount surprised me, and also made me happy as Roger smiled at me. We kissed for sometime, and he told me, "I expect we will have some fun this weekend." He was right about that, and it felt so great to have my athletic friend in a way I had been desiring for years.