SUMMER SESSION AT COLLEGE
While attending a small college in the midwest in the late 1970's, I was treated to some of the best sex of my life. Even twenty years later it still ranks near the top of my list of experiences.
While sitting at breakfast one summer morning, I was joined by a very attractive man. It turned out that we shared a common friend who had just graduated. My tablemate was interested in getting his address from me. Little did I know what else he was interested in! Eventually we made a date for a movie later in the week. He left me with a wink...and a hard-on.
Kraig was about 6'2" and 170 pounds--hefty but not overweight, and definitely all man. He had brown hair, blue eyes and a smile that lit up his whole face. After our movie date, we went back to my room where we drank a bottle of wine and talked into the night. Kraig then decided he was tired, but clearly neither of us wanted to part company. He laid down on the bed in my single room to "rest." After reading for awhile, I decided I was "tired" too and laid down beside him. At 145 pounds and just under 6 feet, I felt very safe enveloped in his big, strong arms. We just cuddled for what seemed like days and then began kissing--gingerly at first, then more tenderly and passionately. He was rather teasing with his tongue, running it around my teeth and lips with great care.
Soon our hands began roaming over each others' bodies and our hips began grinding together. We were both sporting hard-ons and loving it. We undressed each other slowly, savoring every minute. He had a somewhat hairy chest (my favorite kind!) with a patch of hair in the middle, whorls sprouting around his nipples and a nice, furry spot around his navel. I spent a long time licking and tongueing his nipples while he ran his hands through my hair over and over again. We were down to just our jockeys by now, so we stopped to light some candles and put on some mellow music.
As he stood me against the bed, he gently pulled down my shorts, stopping to pull at my pubes with his teeth. He started licking the area around my now raging cock and balls, brushing his cleanshaven cheek against my six hard inches. His fingertips were twisting and pinching the nipples on my smooth chest until they were stiff and protruding, too. He eased me up onto the bed and massaged my chest and legs with his strong, soft hands. When he slid down his pre-cum spotted underwear and got into the the bed with me, we lay together kissing and hugging for a long time, stroking each others' bodies all over.
By this time, we were both incredibly turned on, despite the fact that we had yet to touch each others' dicks! When we finally did embrace and begin rubbing our loins together, I thought I would explode right away. Kraig sensed this and moved to slow things down a bit without cooling them off. We shoved our hardons between each others' legs and dry-humped for awhile. I loved the feeling of his seven thick inches pulling at the hairs on my asshole, so I squeezed my thighs together to put even more pressure on it. All the while, we kissed and hugged and explored each others' mouths with our fingers.
Kraig looked into my eyes and asked, "Would you like to have your dick sucked?" I just grinned as he rubbed his face and chest down along my torso to my crotch and began the lengthiest and hottest blowjob I had ever had. He spent a long time just tonguing my balls and inner thighs before beginning his magic on my cock. He swirled his tongue around the head of my lovepole. There was no need for him to hold the base of my cock, as it was at full attention and begging for his mouth.
When he finally did plunge down on it, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. He began a slow, rhythmic sucking that had me seeing stars. I was nearly pulling the hair out of his scalp I was so crazed. I slung my legs over his shoulders and squeezed his head between my thighs. But I wanted more...I wanted to taste his manhood, too. He swung around into a sixty-nine position and I was able to bring him some of the pleasure he had brought me. He wrapped his thick, hairy thighs around my ears and rammed his pole into my throat repeatedly, fucking my face with incredible passion. I reached around fingered his love button and it drove him crazy-he couldn't decide if he should shove harder into my throat or onto my finger. I gave him the ride of his life.
Still, though, we were not yet ready to cum. We stopped and laid together quietly for awhile, just enjoying the feeling of being together. Then he was laying ontop of me, kissing me and hugging me, and I could sense that the time had come for the big payoff. He started jacking our cocks together between our bodies, then sat up on my thighs. We jacked both dicks together with our fingers interlocked. It was all so fucking hot...our poles togehter; the scent of manhood all around; the sight, by candlelight, of his broad shoulders and meaty chest rising above me; the feel of his weight heaving on me; our balls rubbing together as we wanked. He was using a motion that was new to me, where he only touched me with his thumb and first two fingers. (This really lengthens and intensifies the orgasm!)
We must have rubbed each others' cocks for at least thirty minutes before he came in great white gobs, squirting onto my chest and stomach. The look and feel of this pushed me over the edge, too. I shot wildly, more than I ever had before, across my face and over my head. When we were done, Kraig stopped and rubbed my balls tenderly with his fingertips, then leaned down and gently brought our chests and erect nipples together with a thick coating of cum in between. I was exhausted. I looked over at the clock and since we had laid down to "rest,", over four hours had passed! We fell asleep in each others' arms, sticky with sweat and manjuice.
This was the first of many passionate, romantic nights spent with Kraig that summer. Although things didn't work out for us in the long run, we had some GREAT sex along the way and I'll never forget him!