Sergio
Finals were just around the corner and you could feel the pressure building among students throughout the university. The libraries were packed until the wee hours of the morning and the Intramural Activities Building was a pressure valve of students who were venting their anxieties and emotions through exercise. I was tired of studying and was finding myself nodding off more than I was preparing for exams, so I decided to head over to the sports complex to give my brain a rest and give my body a workout. I started out with the swimming pool.
I always like watching the guys with sleek bodies and skimpy bathing suits with beads of moisture dripping down their muscular torsos. One guy in particular caught my attention. He was swimming in a lane by himself. He was doing the breaststroke and I sat mesmerized by the outline of his arm and leg muscles rippling underneath his dark brown skin as he rhythmically glided through the water. His smooth, hairless body and tight ass were getting me hot.
In order to hide my hardening dick, I jumped into the water in the lane next to him and timed myself so I was keeping pace with him. Then he flipped over and started doing the backstroke. When I glanced over and checked out his basket, I almost choked. I swear this guy had a hard 8 inches that was almost poking through the top of his Speedo's. I couldn't even concentrate on swimming.
I was afraid I would miss something so I exited the pool close to the bleachers and sat and watched him until he finished his workout. I couldn't help but stare as he lifted himself onto the deck, pulled off his goggles and sat for a minute to catch his breath. He couldn't help but notice me staring and gave me the nicest, sort of shy smile. To this day, I firmly believe he made a special effort to get up and walk as close to me as he could on his way to the showers.
Again, his eyes lingered for a few seconds longer than normal as he passed by. I kept up my staring ritual and just before he passed through the entrance to the showers and locker room, he looked over his shoulder and again, our eyes locked.
Well, without thinking twice, I made a speed record to the showers. I entered just as he was starting to soap up. The shower room is large with about five shower heads on a post in each section. He still had his Speedo's on and there was virtually no one else around. I chose a shower on the opposite side of the post so I could get a good frontal view of my man. Again, he smiled at me and maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed that he started posing just for my benefit.
First he would turn his back to me and run his hands along his side, barely fitting his fingers into his swimming suit and lowering it a few inches before bringing it up again. Then he bent over as if to wash his legs and feet, giving me a delicious picture of his tight, brown ass. Finally, he turned to face me. He lathered up his hairless, smooth chest, letting some of the soap bubbles cascade down his abdomen, past his Speedo's which he barely pulled forward. Then he made it a point to reach into his swimsuit with his other hand as if shampooing his pubic hair but I could see him grab his dick and start stroking it. By this time, I was as hard as a rock. And I knew he knew it and I could tell that he knew that I knew that he knew it. What a tease! But I was loving every second of the show.
Then came the ultimate. He turned his back to me, lowered his Speedo's and began soaping up his ass. In the shower room lights, and with the water and soapsuds, his muscular butt was glistening and shimmering the color of medium to dark brown. The sheen on his ass was punctuated by the slight thrusts he was making as if fucking someone in front of him. This was too much. I couldn't help but yank off my suit and start tending to my own hard-on. I imagined myself being the recipient of his thrusts as he squeezed his butt together and jammed his cock into my ass. Suddenly, he turned around, noticing that I was doing more than just showering. As he turned, my cock erupted and my sperm sprayed a path directly in line with his body. Before he could react, my cum hit just above his semi-hard cock, not once, but three times. With my cream dribbling toward his dick, he stepped to the side so he was out of the direct flow of water and scooped up as much of my cum as he could and rubbed it on his own dick.
That's when I finally got a chance to look at it. Not soft, not hard but excited. Uncut with foreskin still covering the head. Big balls. Dark brown, almost black and nearly hairless. As he stroked my cum over his dick, it magically changed colors from lighter shades of brown to darker. Meanwhile, I was practically ready to shoot again. My boner never went down. I kept jacking it as I watched him doing the same thing. He took his foreskin, gently peeled it back and scooped the last drip of my cum from his flat tummy onto the piss slit of his dick. Then he closed the foreskin and began massaging the folds of extra skin with his thumb and index finger to work my cum all over his hidden head.
I was ready to explode again. But I held back to see what he would do next. By now, he was also totally erect. What a beautiful sight. At least eight inches of hardened brown steel enveloped in a generous serving of glistening foreskin that was being stroked ever so gently as this guys liquid dark brown eyes stared into mine. Just every so often, he would glance down at his own dick and then seductively turn his eyes once again on me. No words were spoken but our breathing became deeper and almost of equal intensity. I couldn't imagine he would last much longer. I know I couldn't.
Then, the worst thing happened. The swim team, having just finished their workout in an adjoining pool, all entered the shower room at once and brought an end to our little eye-fuck session. Actually, it wasn't the worst thing. The swim team had plenty of hunks worth checking out, but my concentration was fixed on my friend. We both had to turn away quickly and hide our erections until we could manage to exit to the locker room. Unfortunately, I was in a locker quite a ways from my friend but after toweling off, I had no trouble finding him. I'm sure he would have come looking for me had I not pursued him.
Finally, we exchanged names and information. His name was Sergio. He was 22 and majoring in architecture. He lived most of his life in Chicago but was born in Mexico City. I complimented him on his body and especially his dick. He looked embarrassed but I could tell he liked the attention. He was still in a towel and I could see it start to tent up as I mentioned his sexuality. I suggested that we go back to my dorm room. I was a senior and had enough seniority to have my own room. He said that would be fine since he lived with a roommate.
"Have you ever been with a guy before?" I asked him. "Only once, when a friend of mine lost his job with a roofing company and we both went out drinking. Later, I drove him to his place and he told me to come in and keep him company. He said he was still feeling bad after losing his job. When I went in, he grabbed me around the waist and started humping me. I didn't turn away and anyway, we had sex and I liked it." Then he asked me the same question and I responded, "I have sex only with guys. I knew as a teenager that I was attracted to guys and I've never been disappointed. I like Latin guys the best because they're more passionate and I'm turned on by how they look." He seemed to like that answer. We decided to meet later at my dorm room.
About 10pm I heard a knock at my door. I was ready. I had the lube and KY Jelly stashed in strategic locations around my small room. It was all I could do not to jack off before he arrived. I knew he must really be ready since he didn't have a chance to get off back in the shower stalls. I opened the door and was amazed. Seeing a guy naked is one thing, but seeing him clothed just adds more to the attraction I think. Sergio had on a plain white t-shirt that fit snugly on his buff chest. He wore thread bare jeans with a nice big lump in the crotch. It was all I could do to resist grabbing that lump and goosing him. Sergio had short hair, no facial or body hair and a bronze skin tone that made him look like an Aztec chief. I couldn't believe this hunk was at my door.
As other dorm residents started down the hall, Sergio quickly entered my room and shut the door behind him. He grabbed me around the waist with his muscular arms, pushed his crotch into mine, gyrated his hips, rubbing his dick back and forth over mine and locked our lips, sticking his tongue as far as it would go into my throat. Man, was this guy ready to go! I let him take the lead. Still locked in each other's arms, mouths and waists, he walked me backwards to the bed. I fell over backwards with him directly on top of me. He kept up the lip lock as his hands fell to my belt buckle. He ended up ripping the buckle away from the belt and tore open my jeans. My hands were likewise working his jeans loose. His cock was so hard, it felt like a piece of steel. When I touched his throbbing skin, I could also feel precum moistening the head. Not just moistening but starting to saturate his whole dick.I was wondering if he was cumming already.
Meanwhile, Sergio had my dick in his hands like a vice grip. He was jacking me almost to the point of being painful. I told him to ease up and massage my balls. I turned my attention back to him and moved my mouth over the head of his dick. His precum had a sweet musky taste. The minute he felt my lips touch his dick, he tried to jam it into my throat. But I was prepared for that and kept a hand on the lower part of his dick to prevent gagging. Gradually, I took his whole throbbing member into my mouth. He face fucked me fiercely for a few minutes and then I shoved him away. He knew that I wanted the same thing and turned his attention toward my piece of meat.
I was surprised at how gently he first started, tonguing the head of my dick and then sucking just the head into his mouth. He played his tongue around my head while it was in his mouth. He was sending me into rivers of pleasure. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it toward me so that he took my whole cock into his mouth. As he did this, I twisted him around so that I could take him into my mouth at the same time. We feasted on each other for several minutes. Meanwhile, he was fingering my asshole. I grabbed the lube I had placed closeby and spread a glob on my hole. He finger fucked me while sucking my dick. It made my sucking of his dick that much more intense. Suddenly, he was in charge again. My dick slipped out of his mouth, his fingers came out of my ass.
He flipped me on my back, jumped in-between my legs and forced them up to the ceiling. He then placed the head of his dick at the entrance to my asshole and carefully started to penetrate me. His dickhead felt like a welcome massage as it caressed the sphincter muscle, stretching and then relaxing, stretching and then relaxing. With each small thrust, more of his dick would enter me and then it would retreat, only to be thrust again, a little deeper. This was preparing me for the hammering I was about to take. Now, I couldn't get enough. I wanted ALL of him and I wanted it fast. He responded without a word being exchanged. His dick jack hammered me, the steel of his brown shaft making its way inside of me.
He was in ecstasy and I was enjoying bringing him this pleasure. He would thrust hard for awhile and then back off and just put his head in me. He would gyrate his hips, moving his hard cock in a circle inside of me. The butt muscles I so admired earlier in the shower room, I could see and feel squeezed to their utmost as Sergio tried to bury his cock as deeply as possible into me. His face was wet with sweat. His eyes were closed and forehead wrinkled, nose flaring. Sergio was on the verge of having the orgasm of his life. I wasn't even touching myself but just watching and feeling him, I was close to exploding. Then it was time.
With a yelp and loud gasps of breath, Sergio yelled, "I'm gonna spray my hot, Latin cum all over you, white stud! Don't you love me up your ass?" And with that he gave one final thrust that felt like his dick was in my stomach. Then he pulled out as cum began erupting from his dick. The first few streams went over my head onto the wall above my bed. The next five, draped cum over my head, my neck, my belly and my dick. Within seconds, my own dick, covered in thick creamy Sergio juice, shot it's own load. Right in the middle of it, Sergio stuck his still hard dick back inside of me, intensifying my own orgasm as gushers kept emptying my love juices onto my stomach, mixing in with Sergios. He collapsed onto of me and we awoke later, two cum-stained studs, glued together by a night of passion.