As classes wound down for the week at the university, I knew what would happen this weekend. No exams next week, and no athletic events, so most students would leave campus. Yet here I was shaving my crotch again, to very much appease my hot man once again. A shame we weren't official, but being with Travis in my dorm room or his, was truly special indeed. Never had I met a more passionate guy, and the way he made me feel, was something akin to being warmed by sun rays. He was so damn masculine with his 6'4 Adonis like body, and the long blond hair and his piercing blue eyes always made me desiring of him. When we saw each other on campus, I tried not to look at his crotch, but knew the monstrous 9 inches behind the zipper needed to be serviced.
Both of us were 19 and the hormones were raging. I had been pretty pissy the last few days. It was obvious I needed some dick, and finally on Saturday morning I'd get it. My penis was nice and smooth, my balls as well, along with my peach shaped ass that would be drilled by the Slavic American stallion. He was of Russian descent, and I always wanted to just eat him up. The smell of his cologne and sweat made me a rabid animal. I dreamed of him constantly. Last weekend he really turned me out, and I admittedly had masturbated in the shower thinking of this. How he spanked me, kissed me, and grabbed my cock with ferocity as his DNA filled my tunnel of love. Yet tonight I went to bed with a smile, as tomorrow was going to be intense.
Waking up I had a good breakfast, took a shower, and got ready for the inevitable double downing that I silently cried out for. It was a need for me to be dominated, to be Travis's bitch, and to do whatever he wanted me to. Small and petite I was ready to be his, and I remembered his text message. Quickly putting on just a nightie with nothing underneath it, I placed my cock between my legs to look like a pussy. This was one of his kinks, and I was happy to oblige, as I knew he'd lick my hole out before bringing me to a place of undeniable lust. Another dimension of sorts, as being stretched by him was a whole body experience, and from a molecular level I needed time with him.
It was that time and having unlocked the door, I sat on my knees submissively like he wanted. The clock was moving but where was he at? My cock was up in my legs, and I had done my part. Finally I saw and then heard the doorknob move and creak at the same time. He entered the room and locked the door. "Take your nightie off." Oh yes his masculine cracking deep voice. I complied and was naked and vulnerable in front of him. Nothing could be done but his every whim, and he kissed me as he also massaged my pussy that did in fact turned into a hard cock. Wearing his typical blue t shirt and blue jeans, all of our clothing and the nightie went to a corner. He got on top of me as we kissed. First pecks and then inevitably our tongues met with a opening salvo. Travis felt my rear end from underneath, and our cocks together were so pleasurable.
Oh yes he was wearing his Chanel cologne. I wanted to lick every pore of his neck and just about did. Eventually we were next to each other, and our kissing became even more intense as I felt up his gigantic manly penis and the biggest set of low hanging balls. All stud and his hairy chest felt good in my fingers, as did the brownish pubes above his shaft. I loved every part of him, and as I sucked his nipples, he knew where my minds radar was. Oh yes down south, and my hands first found what I was looking for.
Taking him in my mouth was a challenge, but one I liked to chase. I never had a gag reflex, so I spit on and went down his sex organ instantaneously. His head bowed up and down, with his musky tool under my control. My mouth, saliva, and lips as I used my hands to touch his chest. He was breathing heavily, and his heart rate was elevated. Oh yes his precum in my mouth. I looked him in the eyes with that dragging from my lips, and he just about lost it. Good as I was going to have a field day with this muscular man. I got him to sit up on the edge of the bed, and he held on to my hair as I gobbled him up. My jaw was sore but to taste him, and to satisfy Travis, was well worth the exertion. Soon I made him even crazier.
His ears in my mouth. Then his fingers. One by one I sucked on them, and made my way to his gorgeous size 13 feet. Well maintained I sucked his toes and he was sweating. Smiling and moaning he loved this, and then I was on to his scrotum. Sucking his balls, I then hummed on them. He was going the slope I wanted to, and when he opened his legs my tongue edged his hole. Then I went back up to his nuts that were so sensitive, and I whispered to him, "I want your cum baby." Going down his shaft he tried to fight me off, but to no avail as his resistance couldn't catch my drive. Like a vacuum cleaner I swirled my tongue around, locking my lips on his genitals, and soon the desired results. Travis screamed like a wild animal, and globs of his sperm went into my mouth and down my throat. He was stunned and I was tasting his sweet seed. Delicious and warm, all the way down my windpipe.
As he breathed heavily, he smiled at me. Those blue eyes were dancing. He soon grabbed my penis, massaging it in his hands, and I felt lube and his finger penetrate me. "I only take a little while to get hard again, and your asshole will be mine." Literally lost my mind, as he was not asking permission. There was no tentativeness. No options other than being sodomized and I loved his confidence. Even younger guys I'd been with in high school couldn't cum and return to action, but as I rode his magical fingers and cried out in joy, I felt his cock rise up again. Knowing full well that it would last longer made me hornier, and I was going to be porked with even more aggression. I touched his shaft and he moaned, and said "you have the best hands ever."
Admittedly I was lost in another dimension, as his fingers played my g spot like a master pianist would at a recital. It was like he just knew how to get my bulb excited. Swollen up inside, I could feel my internal cumming begin from the prostate. He had what it took, and I arched my back to show him I was his. My eyes tried to open and only could momentarily. His smile. Those perfect ivory teeth. We kissed and he definitely felt my internal quandary, taking even more force to thrust his digits inside me at a pace he was enjoying too. He was lit up looking. Beaming. I was a sweaty mess, and all his and as I moaned I begged him to "fuck me." "Soon baby soon." It had to happen as I was insatiable, and my prostate and penis were fully aware and working in tandem.
Travis threw me to the edge of the bed, and put my feet on his shoulders. Yes please. He started by placing his hard shaft against my balls, to show me what soon would be a part of me. His thick long shaft looked even bigger than before, and despite wanting him, there was an element of fear. Yet as he lubed his cock up, I was ready but then, what choice did I really have? He wasn't going to say no nor was I, as I licked my lips in anticipation of being fucked. This was needed. All week and every bit of tension would fall by the way side.
It was shockingly powerful. Travis slowly inserted himself, and I pushed down along with bracing for this collision. His penis inch by inch was in me now, and he would pull it out, then slide in me further. It was like I went to another a place, as all I could see was Travis and his boner going inside me. I had him in me. He was in me. It was like stars had exploded and I heard musical notes from the heavens, as I inhaled his masculine scent and the sweat, and also felt his jamming me in every cell. He was absolutely dropping my bottom out, and his mischievous smile, oh yes he went all the way in. I couldn't scream. Out of breath as his balls hit the stop point of my hole. His cock was curved up inside me, and I could feel all of him.
Damn we were sweating. I grabbed the bedsheets, and he kept plugging me away with all of his raw muscles showing everywhere. So turned on I was hard, and I howled as he touched my sensitive balls. The combination of his sex organ and the way his hands moved so deftly, I knew the factory was going to blow soon. Hearing my own heartbeat along with him stuffing me, the lightheaded approach to joy began, as I started to scream with absolute delight. Cumming all over him as he thrust inside me he smiled, and we kissed in a beautiful sedentary moment where the world went by at millions of miles an hour.
Soon he was taking me from behind. Although my balls were emptied, I loved the stretching sensation that my insides were experiencing. Plus Travis grabbing my hips, and also spanking me. It was another way to remind me who was in charge, and at one point it was a little overwhelming. He was so long and thick that I almost passed out. Upon returning mentally I noticed I was hunched over to the bed, and I could hear his teeth chattering and his balls were tightening up. He was going to. He was going to cum inside me.
Sure enough his explosive DNA went all the way up in me. Feeling him shake behind me, I was the reason he ejaculated. I was now his puppy dog, and my rear end was full of his contents. He used me as his receptacle, and I loved every moment of it. Soon I was out asleep, and hours later I woke up to a sore but feeling incredible rear end. His dried sperm and mine were on the sheets. Yet he did leave me a note, and while not very affirming, I saw that his handwriting was beautiful. It read "To Terry, let's get together more often." I would be very happy to, as I always wanted Travis inside me, and for our wishes and kisses to be answered each and every time.