Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2013 09:37:05 -0700
From: urbane69@gmail.com
Subject: Spring Break Cruise 2

This is the second chapter of my story "spring break cruise" The title may
be a little misleading but it is the chronological sequence of what
happened with Andrew and me.

More of Andrews' story:

That night on the cruise didn't end where I stopped writing the graphic
details of our lust.  Andrew, his mouth full of his cum, sucked my cock
like an expert: he deep-throated me, sucked my balls, and even licked my
asshole, a sensation I've never felt before.  He got me off the way a best
friend, and now lover should.  We eventually returned to our self-made
party on the deck of the cruise boat, our drunkenness hiding what we had
just done.  We partied until the ship docked in Florida, and slowly and
groggily, we boarded our flight home.  I was too hung over to take full
stock of what happened until the next night, now in my car driving home.

It was a warm spring evening, and I had a song as loud as my radio could
play him.  I was trying to overwhelm my senses to avoid focusing on my
emotions.  Andrew and I had done something I had never thought I would ever
do.  We had kissed, we had groped each other, we had sucked each other
until completion.  I had tasted his cum, and he had shared mine with me.
These things were all surprising, but the most surprising to me, was how
much I had enjoyed it, and how I wanted more of it!  This is what worried
me.  I had enjoyed his body as much as I had enjoyed any woman's' body.  I
turned up the radio louder to drown out the cliché thoughts of "am I
gay", and tried focusing on the road.

A few days later, I was back in my dorm throwing all my clothes and books
into duffel bags.  I had until five that evening to officially move out of
the dorms.  I really enjoyed my dorm, especially Kendra down the hall (ahh,
I thought! Proof I wasn't gay, Kendra and I had fucked all winter!).
Despite how fun the dorms were, I knew I had to move out so I could study
more.  My grades, though still perfect, would be easier to keep perfect
without a high room-mate and his twenty friends over all the time.

Andrew and I had arranged for me to move in with him and our friend
Michael.  We had been planning this for months, and I was nervous how it
would pan out after Andrew and I had realized how deep our friendship
really was.  We had barely spoken of it since it happened, and although
Andrew brought it up gently, I changed the topic immediately.  Nobody will
ever know what happened I thought.  What happens on a cruise stays on a
cruise, right?  Despite this vow, I knew it was the most erotic and
satisfying sexual experience of my life.  Nothing had come close, but that
didn't mean it was necessarily a good thing.

The first week of classes is always my favorite, new things to learn, a few
new professors, and new things to accomplish.  Spring quarter in particular
is my favorite.  Spring at college means warmer weather, longer days, more
running, and less clothing on the girls who it seems are always eager for
their new sundresses.  Life in my new house was as relaxed as could be.  My
two new room-mates, Andrew and Michael were as avid runners as me, and we'd
go for daily long runs along the dirt farm roads outside town, then come
home to have a nice healthy home cooked meal.  The dynamic between the
three of us was enviable.

By Friday, we were all excited to go to the first party of the quarter.
Rumor was it was going to be a great one.

"I'll drive if you guys want" Michael insisted, never being a heavy
drinker.

We thought about it for a while, and I suggested "we're going to walk over
to the party, so if you do wanna drink more, you can man, we can walk home
too".

It was an innocent enough suggestion at the time.  It was a nice evening,
still warm from the spring sun and I wanted to feel the grass with my bare
feet as we walked to the party across town.  Michael, finishing his dinner
quickly grabbed his keys and drove to the party, leaving Andrew and I still
getting dressed to head out ourselves.

At this point is when I had made my decision about Andrew and I.  I had
spent the last week and a half trying to rationalize and suppress the
experience we had on our cruise.  I tried to change the emotional feelings
I had for him back into those of a normal best friend, but now that I was
utterly conscious of the two of us being alone, it was too much.  My
attempt at self-deception and lying failed.  I first noticed it with the
little jump of adrenaline that you can feel in your chest.  First the chest
is noticeable in a sort of lighter than air feel, like a tickle.  Next, the
adrenaline is pushed out to your fingers, something that feels like
nervousness, not shaking but not as functional as they should be. I stood
in my room, looking into the mirror buttoning my shirt when I felt this.  I
knew right away what it was, why it was coursing through me.  My cock,
loose in my boxers jumped a little.  Still flaccid, but it too was aware
that Andrew and I were alone.  I put my hands on my hips and looked
critically into the mirror.  I tried to imagine what his body would look
like wrapped around mine, his lips pressed against mine, his mouth on my
cock and mine on his.

My cock was reacting strongly to these images I created in the mirror.  His
room was just next door, right out mine and through his door, which I
noticed was open just a little.  An invitation maybe?  I gave in.  Or maybe
I initiated.  It wasn't so much of a giving in, a resignation to this
wanton fate, but a step towards it, a very concentrated and purposeful
decision.  I started unbuttoning the shirt I just buttoned when my fingers
felt their share of adrenaline.  I shrugged it off my shoulders dropping it
to the floor exposing my lean Caribbean tanned body to the mirror.  Now
this, I thought, was an image I could see Andrews body wrapped around.  I
took a deep breath and in the military jargon that Andrew and I both knew,
indeed that he had taught me; I executed.

I quietly opened my door and walked softly to his.  Through the crack left
open by his door I could see him sitting on his bed tying his shoes, a
position I instantly recognized as perfect.  I walked into his room,
shirtless, and right to him.  He looked up in surprise as I grabbed the
back of his head and knelt down to kiss him.  At first Andrew was
surprised, but quickly began kissing back.  His now clean shaven face was
pressing against mine as I pulled him in as close as I could get.  This was
the second time I had ever kissed a man.  The first time I had been the
instigator.  I had traded roles with him on the cruise, my turn now to pry
his lips open with my tongue and explore his mouth.  He offered no
resistance, and that motivated me even more.  I started sucking on his
tongue, wanting as much of him as I could get, both my hands holding onto
his head.  Andrew quickly brought his hands up to my own, pulling me in
closer to him.

We kissed for several minutes.  Andrew was too surprised to make the next
move, and I was lost in the thought of finally kissing him again.  My cock
was beyond hard, obscenely tenting in my shorts.  I started pulling Andrews
shirt off of him, revealing his amazing body for me.  Andrew was stroking
my chest and abs, admiring his prize.

And indeed I felt like his prize.  It had been my choice to walk into the
room and kiss him again, and there was no way I couldn't have.  He was
intoxicating, no matter how much and how often I told myself he wasn't.  He
had introduced me to the pleasures of gay sex, even if all we had done was
suck each other, but that little bit was enough to win me over to him, to
let him show me the rest of what their was to offer.

Once I got his shirt off I started groping his body as he was groping mine.
I was still new to the feel of a man: the skin, rougher than a girl, with
some hair, but not too much.  How firm it felt, pulled so tightly over his
lean muscle, hiding such power that only a man has.  Feeling his broad
chest, that power underneath his skin, the sinew and masculinity was what I
wanted to feel.  I wanted to experience it, to be made its toy, to be the
object of his strength and masculinity.  I pushed him onto his back,
breaking our kiss.  He smiled, a knowing smile that he had because he too
knew he had won me as his prize.  It wasn't a malevolent or mean smile at
all, it was the smile between too best friends, now being two lovers.  I
wanted him so much more with that smile, I immediately slid my hard body
against his, back up to his mouth.  We kissed again, but this time he was
in charge, as he had been in charge of the kiss on the cruise.  His rough
hands held my back closer to his body and I could feel every muscle and
contour against mine.

I wanted more than anything to satisfy him, to make him gasp and moan and
grunt my name the way he had before.  I grabbed at his belt and released
it, and slid away from his mouth, down to my knees at the foot of his
bed. I wasted no time, and tugged his shorts down.  His cock sprung out
nearly slapping me in the face.  I let out a subconscious moan at how
beautiful it was.  Everything about his cock was gorgeous to me, his thick
head, that upward curve, completely hairless, bobbing in front of him,
demanding worship.  My hands didn't leave his shorts as I buried my face in
his balls.  I licked and sucked on him almost as a tease.  His scent was so
clean but manly.  His balls were so delicate but rough and large.

Andrew continued to lay back, looking down and watching me.  I pulled his
shoes off, still tied and eventually got his shorts over his feet and onto
the floor.  Finally taking his cock into my hands, I felt once again how
big and wonderful it was.  My face was still buried in his balls while I
slowly jerked him off, causing him, for the first time to moan his
approval.  I couldn't help but smile and feel at least a little bit of
pride.  I pulled his cock down towards me, and finally removing his balls
from my mouth, I took his head in.  It was just as delicious as before.
The warmth of it, the spongy feel, the sheer size and the taste of his
pre-cum was just as amazing as I remembered.  I moaned again at the
pleasure of just being here with him, with his cock in my mouth.  I started
to slide down his shaft, feeling his head push past my mouth and into my
throat.  I kept as much of him in my mouth as I could for a few seconds,
just reveling in how it felt, to have my mouth entirely full of cock.  I
listened to Andrews moan of satisfaction.  I was doing a good job.  I slid
my mouth off of his cock to look at it, now covered in my spit.  Thick
strands of white spit coated his head, draped down the shaft.  I sucked my
lips in to get more spit, and drooled in onto the head of his cock, adding
as much saliva as I could.  I stroked him slowly, feeling how slippery his
cock was covered with so much spit and pre-cum.

Andrew just closed his eyes: "Fuck yeah...that's so naughty."

I couldn't help but love how he said "naughty".  I loved being naughty for
him.  I loved how I had moaned when I first saw his cock, and again when I
swallowed his head.  It made me feel like a whore, like some slut putting
on a show, and it was all the encouragement I needed.  I started bobbing my
head up and down his shaft, as deep as I could take his cock, trying to get
as much spit and saliva as I could all over him.  The room was full of the
slurping sounds and gentle gagging as I hit my gag reflex, and of his
guttural moans.  My hands stayed looped around under his thighs as I became
the same cock sucking slut I was on the cruise.  I wanted to get more of
him into my mouth, to get more spit onto his cock, to make him moan and
scream.  I couldn't possibly get enough of his cock into my mouth to
satisfy my lust.  As I slurped and sucked and moaned over his cock, I
realized that a blowjob wouldn't be enough of Andrew for me.

Finally taking his cock out of my mouth and panting, saliva dripping from
my lips, I looked up at Andrew and said "I want you to fuck me".

Andrew smiled, sighing at the proposition I had desperately offered him.
He lifted me up and kissed me again, getting his share of saliva in his
mouth.  He reached down, and without undoing my belt, pulled my shorts past
my hips and to my ankles.  I lifted my feet up and pulled them the rest of
the way off, leaving both of us naked.  Finally my cock was free and
exposed, engorged and smeared with pre-cum.  Rolled onto my back, Andrew
pressed his body against mine. I could feel his weight against me, and his
brawniness pushing me into his mattress.  I could feel his cock rest
against mine, but only for a second.  He slid his way down my body, his
turn to be on his knees in front of my cock.  Andrew didn't hesitate.  He
lifted my legs into the air the way a girl is handled before she's about to
be fucked.  I knew how tight I'd be, but I also knew, Andrews' hard cock
was what I had always needed.  He buried his face in my balls, licking and
sucking on them as I had done.  It felt great, but its not what I had to
have.

"Please Andrew..." I quietly moaned.

He slid away from my balls, down to my ass, and started to lick the rim of
my asshole.  He had briefly done this on the cruise, and it was a tickling
sensation unlike no other.  His warm wet tongue pushed against my ass,
flooding it with saliva and spit.  I gasped and my head fell back to the
bed.  As my hole got warmer and wetter, he was able to ease his tongue past
my tight ring.  I was gasping loudly now, knowing I was ready for him.

"Please...now Andrew"

He stopped licking and looked up at me. "Say it, tell me what you want."

He was making me tell him exactly what I wanted.  It was a turn on to say
the words out loud.  I listened, and said for him words I never thought I
would say, let alone beg:

"I want you to fuck my ass"

Andrew smirked, proud of himself "with what?"

"I need to you to slide your big cock in my ass right now!"

I sounded desperate moaning that, but it was true.  Nothing else mattered
to me.  I had to have his big cock inside me, slick with spit and pre-cum,
filling me up the way our girlfriends had been filled up, but now it was my
turn

Satisfied, he stood up.  I scrambled on my back to slide closer to the top
of the mattress to give him room.  I was looking up at him as he kneeled
over me.  My legs still in the air, he grabbed my calves and pushed them
closer to my chest, exposing my now puckered asshole.  I reached up and
held my legs up, feeling like such a whore, and loving it.

Andrew guided his cock against my hole, placing his head against it.  I
involuntarily moaned again feeling him right there against me.  It felt so
good, so much better than his tongue.  Andrew didn't waste any time.  He
gently started pushing his head against me.  At first, my ass resisted the
intrusion.  I had to hold my breath and push out for it to open, allowing
Andrew to slide his head in.  As soon as he was in, we paused.  I took a
deep breath, feeling how absolutely huge he felt inside of me.  His cock
felt much thicker in my ass as it ever did in my mouth.  My ass felt
stretched and a burning feeling was there, more than any pleasure.

Andrew looked at me, silently asking if it was ok.  I simply groaned
"more".  Hearing this, Andrew eased more of his cock into me.  My asshole
still burned, but I was getting that full feeling I needed from him.  This
was half the pleasure I was begging for, that full feeling.  Andrew kept
pushing more of his big cock into me, slowly but steadily.  At about half
way, he paused.  I was breathing heavy adjusting to the sensation of being
fucked by a real cock, by a real man for the very first time.  It felt
amazing, but looking at the bliss all over Andrews face made me only want
to get him off.  My pleasure was entirely secondary to his.  I wanted him
to use me how he wanted to in order to get off.

I looked straight into his eyes "Fuck me".  It came out more as a demand
than a beg, but it was both.

He slowly started sliding his cock farther into me, then back out.  My
insides still burned, but he began to piston harder.  I was breathing deep
and steady, controlling the physical sensations I was feeling.  Finally,
the two of us reached a rhythm.  My breathing and lust had got me through
the pain, and his thrusting began to feel better by the inch.  Andrew began
to thrust all the way in, slowly but confidently.  I was starting to moan
each time he started to pump into me.  I finally let go of my legs and
grabbed his hips, and in one motion, thrust him all the way into me.  His
cock, all thick, amazing seven inches of him, was now inside my ass.  He
grunted and looked down at our coupling.  I gasped at how full I felt.  He
was buried all the way in my ass, and it no longer hurt.  I had made it
past the stretching and pain stage and could now really be fucked.

"Fuck me hard!" I demanded.  I wanted to get pounded, to have him use my
hole for his pleasure, the way I had done to so many girls.  I wanted to be
fucked into a gasping, sweating panting heap of flesh.  He grabbed my legs
at the hip and gave me what I needed.  Holding himself steady on my legs,
he rocked his hips back and forth in a fury, sliding his cock in and out of
my hole hard and fast.  I was finally being pounded the way I wanted him to
pound me.  The sliding back and forth against my prostate was incredible,
and although my cock was being bounced on my abs by the rough treatment he
was giving me, I was about to cum.

We were both sweating now and turning red from our efforts.  The veins on
Andrews neck and arms were starting to bulge as he began to show the power
I had felt under his taut skin.  This masculine power hovering over me,
connected to me through his cock in my ass- it was intoxicating.  His
grunting and gasping inches above me were pushing me over the edge.  His
sweat was dripping over my chest and my face, and that raw masculine
strength was getting the better of me.

My tight asshole squeezing firmly on his cock was getting the best of
Andrew too.  Neither of us could withstand such a hard pounding for long.
His thrusts became more abrupt and forceful.  I could feel what was about
to happen, and it was sending me over the edge.

"I want you to fucking cum in my ass!" I surprised myself with how
desperate I sounded, more squealing and begging than I had intended.

"Fill my ass you fucking stud" I repeated over and over, grunting now as I
regained what little composure I could keep as I was being reamed.  Andrew
shuddered and buried his cock as far into my ass as he could.  I felt him
pulse, my asshole stretching just a little bit more as his load flowed up
his cock and into me.  His cum spurted into my willingly stretched asshole.
Andrew collapsed onto me, our sweaty hard panting bodies breathing against
each other has he grunted through is orgasm.  I moaned too, my ass now full
of his cum.  I had my arms wrapped around him, holding his body tight
against mine as his cock finished twitched and oozing cum.  Andrews mouth
found mine and we slowly kissed until we could breath normally.  His cock,
softening now, was starting to be pulled from my used asshole.  Slowly,
Andrew leaned back, standing back up and pulling his cock from me.  I felt
empty now.  I immediately missed his cock inside of me and the fullness it
brought.  His cum tickled my insides as it slowly slid out of my still
gaping asshole.  It began to leak out, warm against my ass, feeling as
rewarding on my ass as it did inside of it.  Andrew looked down at me, that
amazing smile of his that only a lover can give another lover.  I sighed
and went limp on the bed, smiling sheepishly at how this had all happened
so suddenly, as if outside of our control.  At first I didn't even realize
that I had cum.  The intensity of the fucking he gave me overwhelmed
everything, and by the time we were finished, we both had my cum smeared
across our chests, having sprayed without being touched while he took my
asshole as his.

Eventually, the two of us got up and showered.  We didn't say anything in
the shower, slowly sponging each other off.  My asshole felt so different
than it had ever felt before. It felt looser and much more relaxed, like
knotted muscles after a massage.