Date: Sat, 18 Dec 2010 15:11:51 -0800
From: shdwstlth@gmail.com
Subject: The Conversation

(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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