Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2023 17:02:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: Guy <feastbuddy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Karl and I (college)

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Tall, dark and had great hair. That was Karl. He was quite popular and
the girls seemed to like him as he was never seen without one on his arm.
I don't really know how we became mates, it just seemed that we fell into
seeing each other at break and lunch time in the same places I suppose.
We were in our final year of our degree and it was still the time where
being out was not a thing yet, so most conversations centred around who
was going out with who and pretending to care (well, for me anyway).Karl
would chat on about girls and we'd talk about music and trends and so I
figured it was OK to ask if he wanted to come out with me and my friends
(we lived in different parts of the city, quite far from each other). It
would run late, so I figured that he could stay over, just for
convenience. He had yet to get his licence anyway....
So, that night we went out and had a great time with my friends and Karl
seemed to get along with them. A bit drunk, we took a taxi home to mine.
I'd set up a stretcher style bed next to mine in my room (still living
with the folks, but they stayed down their 'end' of the house) and we
stripped off to our underwear to sleep. Karl kept his back to me the
whole time he was slipping off his clothes and I only got the briefest
glimpse of his bulge as he made his way over to his bed and quickly
slipped in.

We were talking about the evening and Karl mentioned some of the girls he
had met there and we were chatting before I heard a 'thwack' of skin on
skin.
Karl gave a chuckle and I knew exactly what was going on - he had a stiff
cock and was picking it up and letting it slap back against his abs.
He was telling me about which girl he'd most likely like to get naked and
things started to get quite graphic.
Playing it straight, I joined in, but more asking questions like 'what
would you do with her boobs?' or 'Do you think she'd be shaved or a full
bush?'
Each time, we'd thwack our cocks against our bellies and laugh about it,
doing it multiple times while we were talking.
I leant over and turned on a small lamp and angled it towards the ground
so it just emitted a dull glow - enough to see each other, but more like
shadow and twilight.
We talked more and things started to stray into making up a story with
sex in it, each of us taking turns to tell a bit of the story to the
other while he stroked.
Every so often, Karl would readjust his blanket (which really wasn't
necessary as it was quite a warm night) and I was quite sure that at one
point, he lifted the side to 'pull' it a bit more over him but actually
flashed me his hard cock - the light was so dull I could have been wrong.
It was my turn to tell the story and as I spoke, pulled my underware up
and got out of bed, reached over him and slid open the window, pausing
slightly in my story telling to say that it was rather warm in the room.
I looked down on Karl and he had tented up the blankets around his cock
and looked me straight in the eye and just said, 'this is me'.
I looked down at his tented blanket and laughed, saying 'liar' before
scrambling back into my own bed.
'No, no, really, this is me', he protested and said, 'mine is two fists
and then the head long. What are you?'
Figuring this was just banter, I said the same with a bit more at the
top.
Karl rolled on his side and looked at me (with one leg poking out and the
blanket only just covering his upper thigh) and said, 'now who's the
liar?' and laughed before rolling on his back and tenting up the blanket
again.
Fuck it, I thought, and threw the blanket off and kicked off my underwear
before swinging my legs over the side of the bed so my cock and balls
were literally at eye level with Karl.
'See for yourself', I said and leant back a bit so he could see the whole
package.
'Damn', was the only thing I heard Karl say.
(I was starting to panic in case I'd misread the situation and he wanted
to leave there and then)
'Well', Karl said after a few tense moments of what I figure was him
looking at my cock and ball sack, 'that's you and this (flicking off his
own blanket) is me'.
Karl similarly sat with his legs over the side of the bed and knees
either side of my own. He also leaned back a bit.
Man - he had a nice cock. Mine was a thick 7 and uncut while his was
around the same but cut. He had a nice thatch of black pubes and a large
purpleish head on the end, slightly oozing precum on his abs. His ball
sack was darker than the rest of him, more like his nipples. Mmmmm.... I
had always wondered about that, why he had dark nipples. Mine were more
pink and someone had described them as 'dollar nipples' once as they're a
bit bigger than the average Jo, while Karl's were more bee stings but
alluring all the same.
It was a bit of a stand off - neither of us wanted to make the first move
and we both just lay back on our elbows checking out the other's cock for
a bit.

I figured that we'd come this far and wasn't turning back now. I'd had
this guy in my sights for years now and finally, I not only had him
naked, but hard as well.
I leant forward and said 'oh look, your cock is leaking' before gently
taking the tip of his cock in my hand and wiping the precum around the
piss slit.
I didn't have the nerve to look Karl in the eye at this stage in case he
objected to the action but I had needn't have worried.
Karl put his hand over mine and while, for a moment, I thought that he
was going to remove it, actually guided it down to his ball sack.
'Just keep moving them around', he said as he took his cock in his own
hand.
I was in heaven. I was in. I was about to have a sexual moment with this
guy.
Karl started stroking his cock and I was fondling his ball sack. My own
hand strayed to my cock and I too started stroking before getting down on
my knees to get my face as close as I could to his man junk.
He didn't seem to mind and I leaned in and took a long sniff of his
scent. Again, he didn't object, so I kissed his inner thigh. Nothing
then, so I worked my way down to just next to his ball sack and he opened
his legs a little wider.
I didn't need any more of an invitation than that and started lapping and
sucking his balls.
Karl let out a slight moan and lay back on the bed, stroking his cock.
His balls were smooth and big enough that I could only fit one at a time
inside my mouth. I spent quality time washing each one of them before
moving onto the other.
All this time, my own cock was rock hard and the precum had filled the
inside of my foreskin and now, was starting to leak out, dripping in long
threads onto the floor. With one hand, I stroked my own hardness while
with the other, guided each of Karl's balls in and out of my mouth, or
grabbing the sack and gently giving it a tug while he stroked and writhed
on the bed in front of me.

Having thoroughly cleaned his sack, I put my hands behind both his knees
and slowly slid him towards me. Karl didn't object, so I made my way,
kissing every part of his body and making my way up his other inner thigh
to the base of his cock and reached out to grab its girth. Karl withdrew
his own hand and lay on the bed, moaning. I slid my own hand up and down
the length of his shaft and moved my body closer.
What a maginificent cock. It wasn't the thickest cock I'd had but it was
hard as a rock and oozing precum by the bucketload, gushing over the head
like a slow fountain. I dipped the tip of my tongue in the sticky mess
and it tasted sweet and salty all at the same time. I used my thumb to
massage the delightful gizz all around the swelling head, much to the
delight of Karl who now had raised his body up on his elbows to watch
what I was doing.
Locking eyes with him, I slowly lowered my mouth over his bulbous cock
head and took it into my mouth. Karl licked his lips and reached out to
touch the top of my head.
'Yeah, Guy, suck my cock. Oh fuck yeah - lick that cock head', he crooned
as I washed every last drop of pre cum from his piss slit.
Every so slowly, I slid his cock into my mouth, taking each inch into my
greedy mouth.
I withdrew each time and washed the head before sliding more of his stiff
manhood towards the back of my throat.
Karl was whispering words of delight and encouragement and taking dirty
about loving fucking my face.
I was so turned on, my own hand was busy stroking my own cock beneath the
bed, edging and stopping before bringing myself back to that sweet spot
where shivers move down your spine, but not cumming just yet.
I paused my own stroking for a moment and reached up to cup Karl's ball
sack in my other hand, giving them a sligh tug and gentle squeeze. This
seemed to heighten the experience for Karl as he threw his head back in a
soft howl and panted, 'of you keep doing that, I am going to cum'.
No sooner said, then it was a challenge for me. I kept the pressure on
his balls and resumed sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. Faster and
faster I sucked his stiff pole while lightly tugging on his ball sack.
Kar's breathing quickened and his hand on my head alterted me to the fact
that he was edging. I was going nowhere.
I felt his balls tighten in my grip yet I kept pressure on them - nothing
too much, but just on the edge of pleasure and pain.
Karl's hips started bucking, taking control of my head and his thrusts
into my mouth. I had to relinquish control of his sack as now, it was
slapping my chin and I was enjoying every moment of it.
Locking eyes with him, Karl kept repeating 'yeah, yeah, suck my cock....
fuck yeah' as he pounded my face before thrusting the full length into my
throat and exploding this huge load with a gutteral growl.
His sweaty body contorted and he made a few half hearted thrusts with his
cock while shot after shot of cum flooded my throat and mouth.
It was so much that it started leaking out of the corner of my mouth and
I was swallowing load after load, but there was still more.
Karl was breathless and gentle again, and slowly slid his cock out of my
mouth.
Greedily, I grasped it and would not let the head of his cock leave my
willing mouth, but looked up at him and, with a mouthful of cock head,
said 'my turn'.
While I sucked the last drops of cum from his fat cock head, I rose up on
my knees and stroked my own rock hard monster - slick foreskin full of
pre sliding like a piston back and forth over the length of my pole.
Karl took my chin in my hands and lifted my head up before slowly sliding
his cock deep into my mouth once more and with that, and a huge groan, I
unloaded blast after blast of cum from my own cock - most of which landed
on Karl's legs and blanket which, by now was mostly on the floor. My
sticky splurge was everywhere and I was panting hard, falling back to sit
on my heals and letting Karl's cock drop back onto the bed.
We were both exhausted. Out of breath and extremely satisfied, but
exhausted.
After taking a moment to collect ourselves, we took stock of the cum
stained floor and blanket and with a smirk, I looked at Karl and said,
'well, I guess I better get you another one', before tugging on some
underwear, opening my bedroom door and struggling to tuck a semi hard
cock in while wadering down the corridor to the store cupboard to find
another blanket. Not without a massive smile on my face.

This is a real life recollection and Karl and I (the next day) went
swimming. He wore swimming shorts that were candy striped with white and
red. He didn't wear any underwear and his cock was clearly visable
through the white stripes when his trunks were wet. More to come!

If you want to share some similar recollections with me (and share more
'lads will be lads' stories from my youth), email
me feastbuddy@yahoo.com - I will answer!