The 18 credits were causing me angst. Tossing and turning in my dorm
every night, there weren’t nearly enough energy drinks to keep me perked
up. Why had I picked University of California, as the Berkeley name was
true for academic reputation reasons. It had been my dream to attend this
famous school, since I was in middle school. In my second year of
chemistry, I was still flustered by the work load. Thankfully my parents
were able to financially support me, and only in the summers did I work.
As I continued working on mathematical formulas, at least this weekend
would be a good one.
My roommate Jeff was a great guy. He didn’t care that I was gay, and
also put up with my music, which was quite an accomplishment for anyone.
Most college students aren’t into jazz, but I found it helped me when
studying, and he was very tolerant and considerate letting me do my
thing. His girlfriend Laura was a lovely young lady, and they had a
wonderful relationship, along with being kind enough to invite me to her
folks house for an occasional dinner. All college students know, or
people who attended, know the few highs and many lows of the institution
dining. Yes it’s that bad, and makes a meal at a fast food spot sound
gourmet.
This weekend coming up Jeff would be traveling California with Laura. We
laughed about it, as being English majors that they were, was a cakewalk
compared to the work I was thrown. Between labs and learning new
equations and the like, what was left of my cerebral cortex was like a
burnt out extension cord. Sure I had always been quite industrious, but
the classes we’re getting to me, and I had talked to my advisor about
stress management techniques. She recommended I go to the campus
counseling center, and to try meditation. The counseling was far more
effective, and my parents agreed I should take less credits come next
semester.
As i worked through experiments on my Mac Book, I took a deep breath in,
and exhaled the carrion dioxide into our small dorm room. The jazz was
playing, and I smiled thinking as Matthew was going to stay with me for
the weekend. He was my part time lover, as we both were the same age, but
went to different colleges. Matthew was a mathematics major at a private
school, and we had hit it off at a science exhibition. He had pursued me
aggressively. I pretended not to like it initially, but as we all know,
it’s ultimately a game of catch. And he did have me, as never had a man
showed me such passion. He was also 19, but a lot bigger and more toned
than my 5’9 frame. Don’t get me wrong, as at 160 pounds I was muscular
enough, but Matthew at 6’3 looked like the Greek God Hercules after his
extensive workout routine.
We used to go to the gym sometimes. Of course we both liked seeing guys
in tight clothes too, and got horny off of it. One time we almost got
caught by a police officer, as after a workout I gave him head in his
car. We caught a lucky break, and ultimately after a few minutes of
thinking we were busted, I vacuumed up his DNA down my throat. He was so
good looking, with his blond hair, blue eyes, and mischievous smile. His
arms, legs were like oak trees, and he had a washboard tight belly.
Showering with him after a workout, I so desired his big penis inside me.
Obviously that couldn’t be done at the gym, but this weekend I was more
than ready to bend over for his pleasure and mine.
Friday classes were long and extensive. On a positive note, I felt good
about an exam. I know I aced it that moment. Always a good thing. Plus my
advisor had found some new techniques to try, and lunch for once wasn’t
too horrible. A lot of students had cleared the campus, as not any major
sporting events, nor were the frats doing anything. I could see why Jeff
and Laura had left for a road trip, and Matthew texted me, that he was on
the way. Immediately I took a shower, cleaned up, and was so thrilled to
hear his three knocks at the door. Opening it I welcomed him in to
kissing and hugs. He smelled so good with his masculine cologne, and
looked so sexy in his athletic pants and tight t shirt. He was hard, but
even as much as his penis was throbbing, he said “let’s go get some
dinner.” Always considerate. My ass was literally singing like the
island of lesbos, but admittedly let’s get food and catch up with each
other.
The food at the sports bar was excellent. Matthew and I had been lifelong
49ers fans, so seeing the game, with a bite to eat was fabulous. Jimmy G
was on point with his passes, and sitting at the table with my guy was
pleasant. We laughed as our burgers arrived, as they weren’t kidding
about their “generous portions.” Neither of us had seen so many fries.
Matthew recently had been getting into rugby, and I listened with
intrigue, as it sounded even more physical than football. He said there
were quite a few concussions and broken fingers. I made him laugh by
saying “if you painted like me, only hurt feelings would be the
injury.” It was so good to be spending this quality time together, and
he was so sweet to pick up the check when it arrived.
Upon arriving back to the dorm, he put his Grand Cherokee in park, and we
started to kiss. His magnificent hands on my nipples felt amazing. Oh yes
he was up my shirt, and as we kissed, the windows fogged up. We were like
wild animals released from captivity, and I held on to his strong neck as
our lips and tongues met. Truly had missed this. Somehow we were able to
get out of the car, it all was and is a blur, and before I was aware of
this dream we were on my bed. He had taken my clothes off. I was buck
naked in his presence. There was nothing I could do but submit to his
hypnotic like abilities, as he laid me down and touched the area of my
shaved pubes above my cock. He remembered my erroneous zone. As he did
this I was paralyzed, and watching his fingers touch this sweet spot, I
saw that my penis was completely erect with precum leaking out.
Matthew smiled and kissed me. Soon his mouth was around my penis. First a
little bit, then all the way down. It was adrenaline and lust mixing. His
wet lips and slobber drenched me, and I couldn’t help but gasp, as he
played with my balls and fingered my asshole. Such pleasure. It was as if
he opened my perverted Pandora’s box, as how he sucked and fingered me
were at just the right cadence. My legs locked up. He had me. I looked
into his blue eyes as my cock was his, all his and every bit of my being
wanted him right there and then.
Before I knew it, within a plume of sexual fog, his clothes were off and
as we kissed I stroked his big shaft. His pubic hair was nicely trimmed,
and he for awhile got on top of me, grinding his penis into mine and my
balls. Soon I was on the bed, and having to keep my Cheshire like grin
hidden, as I slurped his gigantic balls in my mouth. I made sure to taste
hos salty nuts, and move up to the musky and pleasant taste of his
manhood. Going up and down on him, it took a lot of effort to get him in
my mouth. My jaw hurt as he was so long and thick, but I did have to take
several second breaks here and there, just to admire his beautiful body
and penis. Moving around his shaft, my tongue tingling on his head, I
loved how his precum had the sweetest of flavors. Seeing him losing it
made me hornier, and finally I grabbed the bottle of lube putting it into
his huge hands. “Fuck me. Just fuck my brains out.”
Matthew bent me over. First his pinky then another finger with lots of
lube. It was as if I was on another planet of pure pleasure, as time
stopped, my heart rate increased, and this was so zen full. His fingers
were like a bow on the violin. It was a drug. This was such a good
feeling as I bit my lip, anticipating his monster sized penis in me and
his leviathan hands on my hips. Sure enough his cock head entered me. A
few minutes later I felt his testicles on my hole. He was in completely,
my insides were stretching. Oh yes he slapped my ass cheeks. He was fully
showing me what I had been missing. It was like an explorer checking out
a cave, and I so had missed being his bottom. I had to satisfy his high
drive as I cared so much for him, and so loved it when he was inside me.
Such a filling experience, words can’t describe the shaking of
sensations my body went through.
My insides were absolutely butter. Him and I became one, connected, and I
felt his sweaty arms around my hips. Soon he was doing me from the sides
on the bed. Seeing the beads on his forehead, the combination of sweat,
hormones, and libido were overwhelming. He cried out as I touched his
balls, which were always sensitive, and hanging out of my ass as my g
spot was getting pumped by his long thick and wet cock. I loved how his
balls felt. Little golf balls and his sack, was always my favorite thing
to do when he was inside me. Our tongues met again, as did our eyes. We
were in a sexual trance of infinite meaning.
Finally I got hotter, and climbed on top of him. The bed creaked as I
slid down on his shaft, bit by but squeezing my insides as hard as I can.
It was a bit much and I remembered “push down,” as the size of him was
a lot to handle. Yet this is what I did for my love, and soon I was
rewarded with a look on his face, that said ecstasy without a word
spoken. Heavy breathing, heart rates off the chart, sweat, testosterone.
I felt the spinning. My eyes closed as I saw flashes of stars, cumming
all over my lovers chest. Smiling and recovering from this orgasmic
blast, I took it in my mouth, and snowballed Matthew. My cum was in our
mouths, and soon he started to grunt.
I knew what to do. Knew what he wanted. I placed his balls in my palms,
and one of his hands was on my shaved and smooth pubic area. He was
starting to buckle. It was like he vanished and appeared glowing.
Screaming out loud, the decibel count off the charts, he filled me with
load after load of his thick frothy sperm. Oh yes his hot DNA was inside
me rolling down his still stiff penis, and when he pulled that out, more
of his cum came out of my ass. Kissing we took a shower together, and
soaped each other up all over. We crashed in each other’s arms, and a
few hours later I felt his hardness on my leg. Matthew was sleeping, but
I was going to change that, as his cleaned and shiny penis was going to
get another bath.
As I licked his hard shaft he woke up immediately. His eyes met mine, and
I started to go down on him. His fingers were grabbing the sheets. His
toes were curling. Oh yes I had him in the zone, as I felt his long
manhood in my mouth. Making as much slobber as I could he only lasted
five minutes. Soon we slept again, and as I drifted off, I could taste
his sperm on my lips and in my throat. Happy as a clam, I knew we had the
next couple of days to spend time with each other, to make love, and to
literally live out our fantasies each and every moment. When we weren’t
eating or drinking Gatorade, our sexual activity was refreshingly good,
and helped both of us in every possible way.
The End
