Date: Fri, 11 Sep 1998 16:46:35 EDT
From: Jam501@aol.com
Subject: Sergio

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.