Date: Thu, 9 Sep 2021 10:22:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: In my Dorm, Roger Handles My Back

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Terry


The week of classes at William and Mary were no joke. Sure I had a break
for meals, but quite often my mathematics classes, could hurt what was
left of my brain. An early aptitude had become a headache. I was one of
those GT kids in elementary, and then of course went to AP classes in
middle and high school. Being smart in certain areas was definitely
genetic. My father was a chemist, and my mom a electrical engineer. Like
their parents before them, all of my relatives were in the science and
technology areas. My most famous uncle, was heavily involved in EA sports
graphics, along with creating algorithms for platforms. Yes there were
some perks to this.
Yet while my IQ was in the Mensa range, I couldn't cross the street
well, or "chew gum and skip" at the same time. In all my years I was
called all kinds of derogatory words. "Geek, nerd, dork, brainiac,
rocket scientist." On top of this, being small built and absolutely gay
didn't help either. My parents were wonderful about it, as was the rest
of my family. The few friends I had in high school were supportive too,
but admittedly my people skills weren't the best. If it was up to me, a
computer or playing with mathematical equations was my comfort zone.
Looking back I'm wondering if I have a form of autism, as I rarely
spoke, and never initiated much on my own volition.

High school was a vicious place. Going to a place of various cliques near
the suburbs of Richmond, it caused me to be bullied and harassed. Being
on the competitive math team was a lot of fun, but the football players,
or their friends were the popular ones. Senior year I grew a little bit,
but even now in my sophomore year at college, I was only 5'7 and 150
pounds. No one called me "shrimp" anymore, but I was always conscious
of my size differences to my fellow classmates. A couple nice professors
including my advisor, helped me to understand what my future brought, and
I looked forward to coding in the private or public sector. All of the
numbers and formulas was music to my ears. It was my liberation in the
game of life, which isn't always 3.14 and other beloved subjects.

I had a nice lover freshman year, but like a lot of first year
boyfriends, I broke it off as we could be friends. Every once in awhile
I'd still see Gary, and deep down, I missed his kissing and love making
abilities. Yet he was a bit over the top, and I could get really tired of
his high profile attitude sometimes. Earlier this morning I saw him
jogging on campus, and was glad he had his earbuds in, as I accidentally
whistled. Seeing that bulge and that figure of his, made me forget my
surroundings. It's amazing how chemical reactions in our brains and
elsewhere, can lead to consequences that could be great or abysmal. My
grades were wonderful, I had my own dorm now, and didn't need his
endless soliloquies about how I dressed.

For a clean shaven guy with blonde hair and green eyes, maybe I could
have worn tighter clothing. I preferred khaki pants and a polo style
shirt. My colors tended to be really conservative. Gary often lambasted
me for being "prude," yet he found out quickly in the bedroom I was far
from that. Yet it was my right. My life too. He was happy that I wore
short tight underwear that showed my smooth cheeks, and had a cock
opening too, so at least when we were being romantic or fucking like
animals, I knew he was good to be around. Yet he was unpredictable. One
day he was the happy hour lucky guy, and the next the bitter brooding
type. Maybe he had some kind of condition, but according to him it "was
all in my head." That was exhausting, and while this semester hadn't
been kind to me romantically, at least I was looking at a possible
internship this summer.

RG Hardware was a big company in Richmond. My advisor had set up a
meeting with their Vice President of Recruiting. Mr Xiang was polite, and
also so kind, as this would be my first professional job if they picked
me. Like many high schoolers and hungry college students, my positions of
cashier and sandwich maker, wouldn't be making the rounds on employment
sites. My advisor was able to help me relax, and I was to soon meet Mr
Xiang again about computer programming and mathematics educational
materials, that RG had staked some of its finances too. It was as
described a "boom or bust" project, but then again innovations like
smartphones and electric cars had once filled this category. I didn't
care what I did for them, as anything was a step in the right direction.
Yet I hoped what the businessman spoke of, was "accurate " due to my
skepticism.

Today though, was the long walk between my math and biology class. I only
had 10 minutes, to basically trek just under a mile. This is where my
advisor had screwed up, although I was lucky to have Dr. Fernandez as my
professor. He was internationally known, and had conducted break through
experiments, on plants engineered to be grown in less than optimal
conditions. Plus I had read his book about bacteria in high school.
Getting him was a dream come true. No one missed his classes. In fact I
was sad when they were over, despite having to basically jog to his
auditorium. What was wonderful about him, was you didn't feel like a
number in his program. He had an ability to remember names and hobbies,
like no one I had ever seen. His humility and "there's no such thing as
a dumb question," was refreshing compared to the stick in mud
professors. Once they were tenured, they were basically untouchable.

Admittedly my 19 year old brain, was on high settings for sensitivity.
The past few months, I had tried to not be triggered or offended so much.
Also I finally had the nerve to go to a sex store and purchase toys.
While nowhere near the genuine article, the butt plug vibrating inside me
felt really good. The dildos and other devices would release sexual
tension, but damn I needed a man. As we know too long without, and we
become both flustered and frustrated. I still kept shaving my crotch and
balls, as I loved the smooth feeling, but really desired a guy to take me
to ecstasy with regular passion. At a LGBT church I found some nice guys,
but there were a number of challenges. All of us were bottoms, and of
course in the same competition. We did like the camaraderie and welcoming
atmosphere.

Friday night so I decided to use my fake ID, and go to Rollie's in
Williamsburg. This bar was considered the official gay bar in the area.
While I cared for all, I wasn't too thrilled about the drag show
tonight. I never understood the allure, as I liked good looking men as
is, and wasn't in the mood to see guys painted up. My Uber ride and $5
cover withstanding, I was in as that 3D printer made a perfect license.
21 in theory. Then again this place just quickly looked, gave you your 21
bracelet, and passed out the booze. Instead of going to the main area, I
sat at the bar and ordered a mixed beverage. Liquor before beer. Plus
they were half off for the next hour, so might as well get buzzed. I had
my menthol cigarettes with me, and occasionally would walk outside to the
designated smoking area.

As I lit up my Newport, I heard a deep voice say, "you got an extra
one?" "Sure," and as I looked up, my eyes caught blue eyes and a tall
handsome man looking at me. Losing my semblance of remembering anything,
I handed him a cigarette, and lit it for him. Then relaxing a bit, I
realized this was a safe place, and if anything my submissive action
would be okay. As he puffed his now orange cigarette, he shook my hand
and said "I'm Roger, appreciate it." He was rugged looking, 6 foot
plus, with a well defined big chest and nice pecs under his Nautica
shirt. "Terry," and as our hands touched, there was this electrical
connection that words can't describe. He had a firm handshake, and was
also drinking. Within a few minutes, I found out he was a history major,
and a senior at William and Mary too. He was probably right, "we didn't
see each other due to other programs, and he lived off campus in a
apartment."

All of a sudden we weren't outside, but by the bar and he offered to buy
me my next round. I ordered a fuzzy navel, while he got a Jack and Coke.
He admired my black Hilfinger shirt, and was very easy to chat with. We
talked about everything. It was if time disappeared, and we were lifelong
friends. Such a surreal experience. We had a lot in common, as he also
played the guitar, and liked video games as well. When I told Roger about
my "RG games opportunity," he said "get outta here," with a smile
that highlighted his blue eyes and dark brown hair. His cologne was
strong, and I suspected he might be into me, as all of the signs were
there. Yes not everyone that came into here was gay, but with tonight's
show, the percentage was very high. Yet he laughed when asked about the
drag center stage entertainment. "Not my thing really." After another
drink he followed up with "I prefer nice looking guys like you." Wow.
He certainly wasn't shy, and my balls started filling up, looking at
this handsome man's lovely smile.

As we drank some more, I suggested to Roger, "want another smoke?" He
said yes, and this time I happily and with enthusiasm lit his cigarette
for him. The buzz was on. My inhibitors were going away. No one was out
there, and I looked into Rogers piercing blue eyes. "Kiss me." For a
few he looked stunned, but soon I felt his lips on mine. A minute later
he was grabbing my ass, as our tongues danced in a crescendo. Oh it felt
so good. My head was spinning, my heart rate and breathing were up, and
his strong arms and hands felt so good on me. We kissed again and he gave
me this mischievous grin. He had me and he knew it. I didn't care
anymore about anything, I just had to have him, as every cell in me was
screaming for loving him up in all ways possible. He was so handsome, and
I wanted my prince right there and then.

He didn't miss much, as he remembered I used Uber, and told me to get in
his Chevy Camaro. Green and damn did it fit his fun outgoing and
confident personality. It was nice of him to open the door for me. As
soon as he was in the drivers seat, i pounced on him as our tongues and
lips met again. My hands were up his shirt, and he had such a hairy
strong chest. I brushed my hands over his nipples, and his hands grabbed
mine firmly. Looking in my eyes, he breathed through his nose, "your
place or mine baby?" "Mine." A few minutes later we were at Armstrong
Hall. Up in my apartment we continued to kiss, hug, and touch each other
everywhere. I felt his crotch and he was very well endowed. This made me
sweaty and my ass hot with anticipation, as it had been far too long.

He had the longest warmest tongue, and how did he know I liked having my
head in between his hands as we kissed? Oh yes baby this is exactly how
to fire me up. As we made out on my bed, I got the lube out. He smiled. I
smiled. Tonight was going to be incredible. As we kissed, he touched the
back of my neck which drove me crazy. Insatiable really. Then his deep
voice "you're okay with bareback?" "Yes baby yes." I didn't have
condoms anyway and wanted to be fucked my favorite way. Taking his shirt
off, he moaned as we kissed and I laid on top of him, my hands on his
chest. The queen mattress held our collective weight well, and I took the
button off of his pants with my teeth. I loved his smile, and I hoped he
liked mine, as soon his penis would absolutely be in my lips.

Like two rabid animals in heat, and the small dimensions of my apartment
dorm, the sound of his zipper permeated the area. This noise had always
been a happy noise, and as I took his pants off, I was blown away by the
strength of his calves. He wasn't too heavy with muscles, he was
powerful all over. And yes I gasped. His underwear was sticking straight
up. Under the blue briefs, I could see above that line we all love, and
saw a monster and yet beautifully designed penis. The perfect
combination, and as I took his underwear off, his gigantic balls dropped
immensely.

They were avocados and his thick shaft was artwork to my eyes and
slippery lips. I kissed him as I starting to put my hands up his penis.
His head and bottom of his shaft were so sensitive with nerve endings.
What about his testicles? My answer was fast as he got even harder, and
grabbed me by my hair, in a way that strongly suggested this was a
erroneous zone. Playing with his balls he moaned. I've always loved a
scrotum, but his sack felt amazing in my hands. Moving back and on the
bed, I took his penis into my mouth for some proper TLC.

Such a delicious salty and musky scent. As I went further down on him,
then up I could feel his precum hanging off of my lips. He moaned and was
catatonic, as I literally owned him. Feeling his pubic region, I
swallowed him up as much as my jaw allowed. So hot and I was getting
hornier for him, as Roger was the best looking guy, and I couldn't ask
for better equipment. Up and down my head went, with or without his
hands, as I desired him in every way possible. Going around his base with
my tongue, he went batty when I licked his sperm holders. His balls
filled my mouth, and he just moaned with delight as I pursued him as
orally as o could muster. I tasted their sweat and salty taste, and
seeing Roger writhe on my bed was so stunningly hot. So good to circle
the base of his cock too.

He grinned even more as I touched his pubic hair. Looking in his eyes I
deepthroated his gigantic cock. The gagging noise I couldn't help, but
he was going bananas, as my tongue made sure my teeth were in secure. His
meat in my mouth. Oh this was a dream come true, and to hear him moan, to
see the sweat on him, and the release of pheromones in the dorm room was
steamy. He so wanted to say something but couldn't. All he could do was
tussle my hair, moaning, as my taste buds and insides of my cheeks with
saliva and jaw action permeated his soul. I owned him, and to have him
where I desired, further fanned the fuel of passion like oxygen does to a
campfire.

Heat and tension were with us, and his precum in my mouth was glorious.
That sweet taste had me hankering for more, as I let it hang off of my
lips and gently massaged his sperm tanks. Oh yes liftoff had been
achieved, and before I knew it he took my shirt off throwing me on the
bed. As we kissed I stroked his hard on with my saliva still on it, and
damn did he know how to kiss. I think he could have tied a Cherry stem
with his tongue only, and I felt his warm fingers taking my pants off. He
looked at my hard on for a minute, gradually sliding my sexy underwear
off, and said "I love a smooth cock." That smile of his made me very
horny, and along with that deep voice, I came alive from my hibernation
of sorts. His hands were blissful, and as he went down on me, damn I was
so turned on seeing my penis disappear into his masculine face. His lips
formed a tight seal as he bobbed back and forth. It was truly warm,
tender, and kinky at the same time. Soon we were 69ing each other. I
could happily die between his legs with his cock in my mouth, as oh he
did. It was his tongue on my ass. It was surreal and I moaned like a
charged up symphonic orchestra.

Soon we were standing together kissing. Rogers arms over my shoulder
blades, our penises together. He rubbed his big cock all over mine and it
was truly heaven on earth. Looking down I was correct, his hands were
around our shafts. I begged him to lube up and take me. He smiled and
said, "soon", as I felt his hard dick going into my very sensitive full
balls. This was great and soon with lube, he had his index finger in me.
Then his ring finger. He about made me fall on my knees when he smiled
and said, "you're tight and I'm going to loosen you up." As his
fingers slid in and out, he jiggled them, and oh how did he know this? He
was working on my prostate, my g spot that had that milky fluid mixing on
his digits as I moaned and my head went full back as I lost control. In
and out and that g spot, he was an accomplished lover who had me begging
for him now.

In our nakedness, I was so happy to be with another gay male. He kissed
the back of my neck, touched my nipples from behind. Soon he had my balls
in his palms from the same direction. He didn't even have to say it. I
bent over with my hands on my knees. His gift was right there, and as his
strong fingers wrapped around my waist, he slid his cock head into me.
Gently with lots of lube, as I winced but was past the point of no
return. He wasn't going to stop and I didn't want him to. I needed to
be ravaged. Sweat on my brow, teeth grinding I felt his breathing, as him
and I became one. His stallion like penis were in me completely now, and
a minute of pain, was soon rewarded by pleasurable dizziness and seeing
stars. All this pressure in me had me cooing. It was indecipherable, just
like his moans of pleasure, and he pumped me til his balls were on my
hole.

Then he told me "lie on the bed," as he hoisted my feet over his
shoulders. His hands on my legs, I could see his penis disappear in me.
What an awe inspiring amazing feeling. His cock made my already plumped
up g spot more sensitive, and we looked at each other smiling. Clothes
all over the place, us naked, him inside me. This is as good as it gets.
Soon I was riding him. I watched the mirror reflect us. I saw him
penetrating me, and touched his balls that were hanging outside of my
stretched out gaping bottom. It was as if I was on a drug induced high as
my penis was rock hard, and with a slight tug i shot my load everywhere.
It was a staccato like cum as my balls were empty, and it was up to me to
satisfy my lover.

I faced him, kissing him with him in me. Our tongues missed sometimes. It
was that intense as the mattress creaked, and I purposely defied physics
and clenched on his silo that was in me. Just like military armament, it
got harder and larger stretching my hole even more. Roger's eyes were
closed. I touched his balls and kissed him, our mouths connecting as his
hot goo slid into my insides. Such a pleasure and we held each other
breathing heavy.

Like a good bitch I brought us bottled waters from the fridge. We kissed
and I nuzzled up next to him. He was so toned, muscular, and those blue
eyes sparkled after our sexual rendezvous. I smiled as I still felt his
sperm rolling down my stretched asshole, as we fell asleep, before I woke
him up to a toe curling blowjob that woke him up really fast with his dna
in my mouth this time. What started out as a quick friendship and fuck,
became something far more special. Roger always left me love notes, and
took good care of me. He was perhaps the best lover I've ever enjoyed,
and every moment with him was like being on cloud 9.