Date: Sat, 8 Jul 2023 18:33:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: My College Roommate Javier

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Amusing and sad watching the news these days, as gay people know from a
young age, who they are and whom they choose to love. In high school I
had a few guys I played around with, including giving and receiving my
first blowjob in Boy Scouts. That first time is an eye opening experience
for any guy. This new sensation and liftoff is, probably the best one
you'll ever get. I did well in high school, was a member of a few clubs,
but was associated with the nerds. That didn't stop me from success, or
as I found out in college, my sexual evolution with Javier. We both went
to GWU in Washington DC, and although now on opposite coasts, we keep in
touch. My hope is to reunite with him for a romantic weekend, as no lover
has ever had the same impact he did. We were a couple from freshman to
senior year of our university experience, and sadly careers got in the
way of something special.

Him and I recently had a phone call. We are a little older now, maybe
somewhat more refined, with seasoning and experience. He was married to
his spouse for 5 years, but was saddened to find out his guy had cheated
on him repeatedly. This caused a lot of anguish, stress, and he said it
was a betrayal. Javier felt compelled to get tested for STD's.
Thankfully all came back negative, and they've since divorced. I don't
know how anyone could cheat on a nicer or more manly guy, and I quiver at
the thought of us having romantic time again, as we really got each other
so well. While his marriage was going on, I lost a lot of free time, due
to my IT work that seemed always to lead to 16 hour days. Sure I had my
occasional guy here and there, but nothing steady or where I felt any
comfort, other than getting plowed for one night or short period of
times.

As I sat in my apartment living room, I thought of what is what like with
him. He was the greatest most passionate man I ever had had. Being
Dominican descent although American, his celebrity lookalike was Pedro
Martinez. People would think he was the Red Sox pitcher, and bed him for
autographs. It took some time, but he finally stopped the denying, and
signed people's baseball cards, hats, or anything else. There could be a
record non genuine products for sale who knows where. I still had
feelings for him, along with my libido wanting him to do me anyway he
wanted. In my early 30's my engines still ran well. Our phone calls
often left me to get a load out, and I imagined him filling me up as per
the usual. So many years, but now as I fell asleep on the blue couch, I
was back in college.

Young and spry. I was a 18 year old Mathematics major. Only 5'6, petite
with blonde hair and green eyes, I knew despite my degree that I was
cute. Often out at gay night clubs on weekends, I always shaved my legs
and pubes, along with wearing tiny bright orange running shorts.
Sometimes I'd just wear tight briefs, a t shirt, and sandals as I was
flamboyant, horny, and often got action when out at the club. It was a
pleasure to pleasure men my age, or older married guys, who's wives
didn't suck their cocks anymore. I so loved giving head, even more so
than getting it, and was always delighted to have a guy cry out as his
sperm rolled back down my throat.

In high school I had a guy finger me, but my virginity was still intact.
Never did I consider my virginity's end, would be to a guy I
accidentally bumped into at the student Union building. Yet as I clumsily
walked through the doors, somehow I failed to see the tall lean and
athletic dark man who immediately I bumped into. I was stunned by how
much this hurt, as he seemed to be built by cement and other materials.
"Excuse me, I'm so sorry." He hadn't told me his name but he laughed.
Then he said "you're cute." At first I was thinking, he's just being
funny, but for years as I bottomed for him from liked to loved, he was
into me that very second of time. A few hours later I was in his dorm
room, and in his dark arms, in that semi comfortable twin bed over his
desk.

Sweating profusely, as we had first talked, then drank considerably
before kissing and enjoying our first 69. His manly scent, and the way he
kissed me while we touched, I was absolutely enchanted by Javier. He was
a Biology major, and also a freshman. His roommate Tom was away for the
weekend, and although feeling lightheaded, I to his disappointment
wasn't ready to lose my virginity. This would take time, and although he
was frustrated, I knew what would help. A second blowjob. His cock was
long and thick. Never before had I slobbered over such a gigantic one,
and as I got further down, he literally screamed at a volume that could
wake the building. His baby batter again was in my mouth, and the
snowball kiss that followed was simply amazing. We were onto a hot start,
as he grabbed my smooth legs, and kissed me again with even more vigor.

Weeks of spending time with Javier, on and off campus, certainly enhanced
our bond. We soon became exclusive, and while he wanted to make love to
me, I was reticent and just not ready. He got agitated and frustrated,
but ultimately apologized to me, as he just wanted to go all the way. It
was demoralizing. I took this to heart, and the weekend he was away
visiting his family, I lost a lot of sleep. Maybe it was time for the
inevitable, as we were so damn close. Absolutely I was falling in love
with him, and despite the disappointment, he always treated me so good. I
always had delicious foods and cookies his mom had sent, and he was so
attractive, inquisitive, caring, and kind too. When I found out my
family's dog died of old age, he held me all night and dried my tears
from my eyes. This kind of empathy was genuine, and as my brain waves and
more formed thoughts, I knew what I had to do. Love is a foggy thing, but
my vision on what would occur was clear for miles.

A couple days later in my dorm room bed, after we had sucked every drop
out of each other, I looked into his dark eyes. Touching his nipples and
kissing him, I finally said "Javier love, I want you to make love to me
this weekend. What do I need to do?" Smiling a mischievous look, we
kissed and hugged some more, as his long fingers felt electric through my
hair. His lips upon mine were sugary sweet, and he told me, "I want you
to empty out you know what, shower, let me lube you. Alcohol or some
downers can help out baby." Although my cock had just emptied out a vat
of sperm from down below, I loved the sound of his voice, and that
confidence of his. I was anxious, but he promised to be "gentle." He
wasn't lying, although with his probably 9 inch thick cock that made
mine look tiny, I was a bit worried about what kind of pain this might
cause. Yet what we do for love right? Falling asleep we both had lots of
classes the next day.

Freshman year is no joke. All those lies about college, not being much
harder than high school, are exposed for what they are. Teachers and
guidance counselors were absolute con artists. I was up countless nights
on math projects, or even trying to survive English 111. I had pretty
good grades, but no where close to my high school 3.9. My family expected
a lot. So did I, and the current 3.1 wasn't embraced with happiness.
Next weeks statistics test, I would knock that out with my highest marks,
as I had spent hours preparing for this. Other freshmen were in the same
boat. Actually quite a few were failing to do well, and several already
had dropped out. A guy in our dorm hallway was kicked out for drug sales
and possession. This was a different field from high school, which was
suburban, but had nothing of the goings on that happened here.

Although we were only a text or FaceTime away, Javier knew that until
this weekend, I'd be on the computer or reading my digital textbooks. I
so wanted to be in his eyes, arms, or kissing him. Soon he would have the
last thing I had to offer him. It was difficult to concentrate, as this
caused me anxiety, despite the need to improve my grades. He was
definitely patient and kind, but I was worried about all kinds of things.
Yet I knew that I was falling in love with him, and if he wanted me this
badly, then I'd have to give into his desires. He was so lovely and I
was happy and scared at the same time. Yet here was to statistics and
other classes, as I was going to be a successful college student.

To be continued.