(This is a story about two consenting adult college students. Do not read on if you are not into gay sex. This was a coming of age for me.by Chris)
The Conversation
I had just moved into the Long Beach State University Dorm when I met my roommate, Randy. He was a tall guy with black hair, sparkling brown eyes and what appeared to be a respectable body. We hit it off immediately, talking a hundred miles an hour on everything we could think of. We were both freshmen and attending college and being away from home was exciting.
One night we got into a fairly raunchy conversation about girls and sex. I had never been to bed with a woman and Randy was telling me how to make women. It was a Friday night and neither one of us had a date, nor had we been since we started school four months ago. As our tempo increased on this subject I confessed that I was really Horney, and so did Randy. "I could fuck a fence hole," I said. "Yeah, me too," said Randy.
Then I told Randy that I had noticed that he appeared to have a large cock; that I had noticed in the dorm shower room. Sarcastically he asked if I wanted any, and I laughed, a little too laud and long, I thought. "No, no," I protested, "it's the girls that I was thinking about. If they knew how big you were, wouldn't the word get around?"
Randy said that he thought that was true, but a few guys had been the only ones that ever mentioned it, just as I had, from seeing it in the gym locker room. Even guys that hadn't been in his same class had mentioned it. Also, that while he thought some of their comments might have been a little suggestive; he had never been outright propositioned.
"I don't know what that would have been like," I said. "To be propositioned by a guy."
Then Randy said the most amazing thing. "I've never even touched another guy's dick. I don't suppose it would be too different than touching my own cock."
"Well, I've heard that it feels different if somebody else touches you. Sort of like an electric current runs back and forth. The dick is the same old skin and meat," I went on, "but it really feels different."
Then I went on to say, "When I was a kid, about 10 or 11, an older kid had me touch his cock and tickle the underside of his penis, and then he did it to me. But the really fun thing was putting our two dicks together and then stroking both dicks together. And you know it was really different. Of course I was too young to climax or anything."
"Do you want to experiment," Randy asked suddenly.
"Like what, do what?" I stammered? "Touch each others dick?"
"Yeah, just touch them," he said.
My head began to swim a little and I noticed that I was beginning to get a bonner. "No I don't think so," I said.
"Well, I'm ready to show mine, even if you're too scared to let another see yours." And with that Randy pulled down his pants and out plops this semi-hard un-cut cock. It was larger than what I had seen in the shower room, and I realized that it still had more room to grow.
"Don't laugh," I said, "when you see mine. It's only 6 and one half, but right now it's really small – or sorta small," and as I said that it pumped even bigger, because the conversation had become so intoxicating.
"Don't worry," he said, beginning to touch himself toward a full erection. "We've got to get them stiff, to see what they really look like."
It was then that I noticed that there was a drop of pre-cum forming on the tip of his hard cock. It turned me on, and I could hardly wait to get my pants unzipped and show myself.
"That's really neat he exclaimed. Your's is cut. I've never really gotten to see a cut dick this close-up. Can I touch it?"
"Sure," taking in a deep breath.
When Randy touched my dick with his finger tip, it was like the lightening bolt God delivered to man in Michael Angelo's fresco in the Sistine Chapel. I nearly jumped off the bed. My cock plumped right up to the biggest erection I've ever had. Then Randy started to slide just the finger tip around on my cock -- around and under along the penis tube and down to the base. Then he spread out his fingers and played in my pubic hairs, very lightly. It was like magic and my scrotum shriveled up into a prickly ball. Each brushed hair strummed its own cord along my sensory system and exploded into my head and made my ass squeeze into delicious ecstasy.
All the lights were going off. I even started to tremble and shiver, loosing control. I reached out and grabbed Randy's very meaty cock. I dabbed the pre cum off the end of his cock and brought it quickly to my mouth and then back in search for more. I was shocked at my actions, but I could not let go of the very realness of his meat.
The cock of another man was different from your own. I felt like a marionette on a cock string. I could not let go, and then I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted to suck out all his juices. I wanted to gag myself on that cock sausage. I wanted him to squirt himself deep into my mouth, and to hold his cum washing my mouth and tongue. Let it splash between my teeth and collect in gelatinous globules.
Before I could loose it all, Randy put both hands on my head and guided me up to his mouth. He kissed me deeply, bathing his tongue in my mouth and I could feel it passionately all the way to my balls. Even when he started to grab and pinch my nipples I could feel the ecstatic pleasure resonate down to my scrotum and asshole. I was alive with incredible pleasures all over my body. "I knew you wanted my cock," he whispered with triumph in his voice. Guys always want their meat rare, and it nice to know we're going to be roommates all year.
He then rolled me over and positioned me with my butt and legs open for him. He moved in between and started to insert that lovely cock right into my asshole. Somehow he had greased up his dick and with a little pressure it went in slowly. There was pressure and it hurt some, though it was more like feeling a little bloated as his log slide irresistibly in.
There was another feeling that quickly took over as my prostate gland became stimulated as his dick rubbed against it, through the thin fabric of the thin colon. I could actually feel his dick wedging its way up and down, in and out of my body and with each stroke there was a very noticeable rubbing against my prostate. I then began to flex my sphincter and Randy would grunt with me as the pressure became a force to be reckoned with – extreme pleasure.
I sensed that he was becoming more urgent in his driving action, getting ever deeper in each plunge. He was beginning to cum. This enhanced my sense of climax against the mattress and I too was reaching the climax with him.
He began to grunt loud in my ear as the flow of cum came in bursts up my ass. I could feel it as I exploded all over the bed sheets and against his belly. We were gasping and straining on the emotional beat together. Our bodies were now covered in a nice sweat, and we rode and slid on and against each other until our climaxed had completed. Exhausted, we collapsed in a heap, just feeling the other in our exhaustion and total satisfaction for each others warmth and nearness.
I slowly rolled over and kissed him on the mouth, flicking my tongue in and out in gratitude and thanks. Randy slid his hand down to where I had exploded my cum and scooped up the globules that had already separated from the juices soaking away into the bed and licked them greedily into his mouth. Then we kissed again, sharing the cum.
We slept straight through the night, but somehow missed classes the next day.
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