OK, now that I've tried my hand at pure fiction (See Part Two; Summer Segments), back to the "semi-factual" encounters of college life for Paul and me. For those of you who haven't read the earlier parts, you might want to go to the Gay Male High School Section and check out Drive In Movie Encounter. It is factual and describes my introduction to M2M sex during the last few weeks of my senior year in high school and the summer before college. We now take up the story at the beginning of Our third year of college. As before, you need to know this story contains detailed descriptions of sex between guys of varying ages. I have taken some liberties by changing names, places, and locations, but the events are factual. If you are offended by this type of story, please do not read it. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy and maybe find some semblance to events in your past.
Drew & Paul; College Encounters Part Three:
Segment One; Junior Year; 1961
Chapter One;
Well summer had finally passed. Paul and I had continued the relationships with our close friends, J.R. and his roomie/lover Gene, and with Stu, our resident golf pro. Stu had been rather scarce, since he was buisy on the summer swing of the PGA Tour and wasn't home a lot. We made up for lost time when he DID swing thru. We still hadn't talked him into a threesome yet, but continued to get together with him individually. I felt he was weakening though, and it was only a matter of time.
The biggest event of the summer was my 21st birthday, and Paul turned 20 a little over a month later. We celebrated mine by an all out orgy with J.R. and Gene. There was a very formal ceremony to burn my fake ID, since I could buy our booze legally now.
School began in earnest. Paul and I were now senior cadets in ROTC. I had made the rank of Cadet Captain and was a Squadron Commander, of course, under the supervision of regular Air Force Officer Instructors. I didn't have as much free time as before, since my duties required me to handle much of the physical training of junior cadets, such as drill and ceremonies and room inspections.
Paul had risen rapidly in his Army ROTC role also. He was a Cadet First Lieutenant and a Platoon Leader. He was gone more now with additional duties, and field exercises. I never could get into his excitement for crawling around in the mud, with explosives going off all around him.
It was about the fourth week of classes. Paul was in the field again and would be gone all weekend. I was bored and decided to take in one of the adult theaters Saturday night. As I mentioned in an earlier part, "adult" theaters weren't the sleazy claptraps of today. They were regular theaters that showed adult films. Some of them even still had balconies.
I got my popcorn and soda, went upstairs and stood at the back until my eyes adjusted to the dark. I was practically alone. I could see two heads about halfway down, sitting all the way down the row, next to the wall. It appeared they were two guys.
The seats were separated from the upstairs lobby by a wall. A curtained door opened to steps that divided the seats into two sections. I moved down to the far end of the back row on the right. I could see the two heads in front of me against the light from the screen. They appeared to be whispering back and forth.
The movie was not much as far as a story line, but there was lots of sex and the women were gorgeous. I was more interested in the hard dicks on the studs servicing them or being serviced by them. Where in the hell do they find guys with dicks THAT humongous?
The first movie had ended as I finished my snacks, and a second had started. This one had a couple of lesbian scenes. I happen to glance at the two patrons near the front row...Hey, there was only ONE head now. I didn't see anybody walk up the aisle. Also, I noticed the one head was tilted back against the top of the seat!
Well, Duh! It didn't take long to figure out what was going on. Sure enough, the second head popped back up beside the first and I saw the two heads merge together in a kiss. The second guy's head then disappeared in front of the other. My cock hardened in my shorts and I unzipped them to squeeze it.
I was now watching the scene in the balcony, more that that on the screen. I sensed a presence and turned my head to see a man standing at the the end of the row, waiting for his eyes to adjust. My attention went back to the show in the seats, and I pulled my hard cock out of my shorts and began stroking it.
I glanced over again and the man had moved down my row about four or five seats. I could see pretty good now, and could tell he was looking around and had also discovered the action in front of us. I saw him put his hand in his lap and figured he was playing with his dick.
After a few minutes, he must have seen me sitting at the far end of the row. He got up and scooted over a few more seats. There were only three or four seats between us now. I continued stroking my cock and could see him watching my hand. Again he moved over, this time to the seat next to mine. We watched the two guys for a while, then he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Looks like they're not as interested in the movie as they are in each other."
"Yeah", I whispered back, "They've swapped off a couple of times. Must feel pretty good, from the way that guy is rolling his head around." I glanced at my new neighbor, trying to get a better look at his features. He appeared to be a middle aged guy, a little overweight, with glasses. He had a moustache and a small goatee.
He noticed my cock in my hand and commented, "Looks like you're enjoying the show also." I felt his leg press against my bare leg. The rough twill of his pants tickled the hairs on my leg and gave me chill bumps. I was certain now he was cruising me.
I opened my legs a little to give him a better look. This caused my leg to press harder against his and he took this as a signal it was OK to go further. His right hand moved to his knee and pretended to scratch it, then stayed there. He then rubbed it against the side of my knee lightly, and when I didn't object, he moved his hand completely onto my knee and squeezed gently.
The hand began sliding up my left leg a little, then back to the knee. The next time, it moved higher. Finally, his hand bumped against my hand which was still stroking my leaking cock. I moved my hand out of the way giving him a clear path. He didn't hesitate to put his hand on my throbbinng dick and stroke it gently.
"Do you mind me doing this?" He whispered.
"No, feels good to have somebody else play with it." Geez! I was sounding like an innocent little virgin. I figured that's what he wanted to hear, and I didn't want him to stop. He reached down in the opening of my shorts and tried to feel my balls, but it was a little tight.
He reached over with his other hand and undid the button at the waisband of my shorts. "Raise up a little", he said with a little catch in his voice. I did as asked and he slipped my shorts and briefs down to my knees. Now he fondled my balls, squeezing gently and causing me to moan softly. "Oh, yes, what a nice set of balls. And what a delicious dick", he said as his other hand stroked the hard shaft. "Can I taste it?"
I nodded silent ascent, so he bent over and licked the head, keeping his hand on the shaft. "Mmmmm...that's good," I moaned. His head bobbed on my dick for a few minutes, then he pushed my shorts and briefs down to my ankles and over my feet. Tossing them on the seat next to me, I was now naked from the waist down.
The man moved in front of me on his knees and got between my legs, which were now spread wide. His moustache and goatee tickled the inside of my thighs. He really went to work on my raging cock and balls, bringing long groans from me as I really started getting into it. "Ohhhh...Suck it...Yeah...Like that...Mmmmm...Don't stop...Harder..Faster...Deeper, take it all!" I gasped squirming in the seat.
As my climax approached, the man could feel my dick swell and my breathing increase. He slid a finger in the crack of my ass and found my winking pucker. He slid his finger in and fucked me to a roaring peak. I groaned louder than I meant to, "Oh, Yeah...I'm Cumming...I'm Cumming...Unngh...Unngh...Unngh!"
He took my load hungrily and kept sucking until I softened in his mouth. After he sat up, he leaned over and kissed me deeply. His face was wet with my cum smeared all over his facial hair. "That was delicious, thank you" he whispered as I slipped my clothes back on.
He got up and walked toward the door. I wanted a better look at him so I followed him and saw him go into the restroom. I stayed at the curtain until he came out and got a shock. "Holy shit!" I said to myself. "That's Professor Martindale!!". I was in his Economics class for Pete's sake.
Chapter Two;
I went back to my empty apartment with all kind of thoughts running thru my mind. What was I going to do when I had him for class the next Tuesday? How would I react when I saw him? Would he recognize me? Had he known it was me he was sucking me off? Wow! This was going to be interesting.
Paul came home late Sunday worn out from playing GI Joe Commando. I told him about my encounter, but left out that it was my professor. He decided he wasn't quite as worn out as he thought at first... at least ONE part was still rarin' to go. So, I took care of it slowly and then he was truly worn out.
As it turned out, Professor Martindale had a staff meeting to attend Tuesday, so he left word that class was cancelled and would resume on Thursday. I had a couple more days to think of how to handle it. I used the hour to inspect the Freshmen Cadets' rooms.
This year, a brother and sister came in with the Fresmen ROTC crop. The sister caught my eye. Her name was Rachael Carson and she was gorgeous. About 5' 5", 115 lbs, and a stunning 36C-25-35 figure that filled out her uniform quite nicely. She seemed to take notice of me too.
Her brother's name was Randy and he was also gorgeous. 5' 8", 150lbs, short blonde hair, with blue eyes and a boyish face that belied his age of 19. He looked like he didn't even shave yet. He had his sister's cute button nose, a nice smile and a set of beautiful white teeth. He was slim and looked in great shape. I made a note to try and get to know both of them.
Well. Thursday rolled around and Professor Martindale's Advanced Economics 301 met. As I walked in, he was at his desk. He looked up as I walked past his desk, went back to the book he was looking in, then glanced up sharply with a slight frown on his face. "Mornin' Professor Martindale", I said with a straight face.
"Good morning, Mr. Malone", he responded still looking a little curious.
Class proceed on time and I noticed he would glance at me when he thought I wasn't looking. Once or twice, I looked up and caught him. I would smile and watch him turn away like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
When class ended, I hung back until the room had cleared. As I walked by his desk this time I said "How was your weekend Professor"?
"Humm..What? Oh...Ah...Fine", he replied.
"See any good movies"?
His eyes shot up, and he looked at me intently. Then, as the realization dawned on him he gasped. "That...That was...YOU?"
"Yep, it sure was. You give a mean blow job Professor!" His face turned ghostly white and his hands shook as he pulled off his glasses. He looked down at his desk at a loss for words.
I let him suffer for just a moment, then grinned and leaned over close to him. "Don't worry Professor Martindale. It's cool. I really enjoyed it".
He looked up and licked his lips. "Do you really mean that, Drew?
"Believe it! Relax, I'm not about to blab anything. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't mind an encore".
He slumped back in his chair. "Thank you for understanding. Are you serious..you want to do it again?"
"Sure, it's like Economics". His face questioned that remark. "It's like the Basic Law of Supply And Demand...I've got the supply, and you've got the demand".
I guess the shock was finally wearing off. He chuckled and said "Good point Mr. Malone. Why don't you drop by my office, say this afternoon about 4 and we'll discuss it".
"You got it, Professor. I'll be there", I said and left for my next class with a tingling in my loins.
Rachael Carson was in my Trig class and smiled warmly as I sat down beside her in the next row of seats. We chatted briefly before the bell rang and, when class was over, I stopped her at the door. "How about a soda at the Union?"
"I'd love to, but I can't today. I'm meeting with my advisor to work on my degree plan. Could I have a raincheck?"
"Sure, no problem", I replied, somewhat disappointed. "Tomorrow would be fine", she smiled sweetly, rescuing my ego. "Great! I'll talk to you after class tomorrow."
At 4 o'clock, I knocked on Professor Martindale's door. "Come in", his voice said. As I opened the dorr and he saw it was me, he smiled. "I wasn't sure you'd show up. Are you sure you want this?"
"Yes, I'm sure. You really got me good at the movie. I've been thinking about it since".
"Then lock the door and come over here my boy".
I walked around his desk to stand in front of his chair which he had pushed back. He licked his lips as he glanced at my tented shorts. "May I?" he asked as he put his hands on the waist of my shorts. I nodded yes and he slowly lowered them to my ankles. I stepped out of them and pulled my shirt over my head. I kicked off my sneakers and stood there in just my briefs.
As I hooked my thumbs in them, he stopped me saying, "No, let me". He put his hands on my ass an pulled me to his mouth. He breathed his warm breath on my cock thru the cloth and fondled my balls with one hand, keeping the other on my ass.
"Ahhh...Yessss", I groaned as I warmed to his touch.
He started mouthing the outline of my dick, wetting my briefs with his tongue. "Mmmmm...You sure know how to turn your students on Professor" I said as I closed my eyes. He worked my balls out the leg of my briefs and began bathing them with his raspy tongue, causing chills to run up my spine. "Yeah...play with them...that feels so good" I urged.
His other hand slipped under my briefs in back and rubbed my ass. His middle finger ran up and down my crack, making me move my hips side to side. The finger found my hole and tickled the outside, while he pulled my cock out of the front and swallowed it. "Ahhhh" I gasped from the dual pleasure. After a few minutes, the Professor pulled my briefs down and off leaving me completely naked and at his mercy.
He went back to his dual manipulation of my cock and ass, until I was close to blowing my load. Suddenly, he stopped and pulled off. My eyes opened and I looked at him to ask why, when he said "I want you to fuck me Drew! I've been thinking about it all day."
"Yeah, I'd like that", I said. I was going to fuck my Professor of Economics! He had to be around 55 and I was going to stick my dick in his ass!
He quickly stood up and dropped his pants and boxers to his feet and kicked them aside. He was still wearing his shirt and tie. His body was very white, and his legs looked skinny. His dick was only about 4" long hard and could just barely be seen sticking out of a very thick bush. He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a tube of KY. Handing it to me, he bent over his desk and opened his ass.
I noticed his asshole had a ring of hair around it. It looked like a pussy!. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between his cheeks and tongued his hole until it was slick with my saliva. Professor Martindale almost climbed over his desk. "My Godddd...Drew, I never felt anything like that!" Oh, your tongue is driving me crazy. Oh, yes, lick it like that...Ahhh...Yes...Yes...Stick your tongue in me". I raised up and pushed a good bit of lube up his hole and spread it around, tickling his prostrate.
When I felt he was opened up, I lubed up my dick and pressed it against his hole. "Give it to me, Drew...Fuck me with your big hard cock". I guess my 6 1/2-7 inches did seem big to him. I gave a push and my dick sank in his ass up to my balls without the slightest resistance. I wondered how many other dicks had been there.
I grabbed his hips with both hands and pulled my dick out until just the head remained. Then I rammed it back all the way til my balls bounced off his ass. "Oooofff...Yeah...Fuck me hard...Do it, Drew, Fuck your Professor's ass!" His words spurred me into more speed and I began slamming my cock in and out as hard and fast as I could.
After 10 or 15 minutes, I slowed the pace and began a series of short strokes. At the same time, I reached around and started jacking his dick. "Unngh...Unngh...Ahhh...Ahhh...So Good...So Good...Don't Stop...You've got me close...Keep fucking...Keep fucking!" His ass was rotating around my dick wildly and he kept squeezing his ass muscles as I pulled out, then relaxing them and rotating his ass as I pushed back in.
"Oh, Yeah, Professor, Move that ass...Yeah...That's it...Show me how much you like my hard cock fucking your ass!" This couldn't last long. We were both moaning and groaning so loud, I hoped no one else was in the hallway or I'm sure they would hear us. My hips were slapping loudly against his ass as he pushed back to meet every thrust.
"I'm going to cum, Drew...I'm going to cum, NOWWW!"
I could feel his dick swell, then throb as his cum shot out over my hand and over his desk top. This made me lose it so I gave him one more deep thrust and blasted my load in his ass, groaning "Cummmming...I'm cumming...Cumming in your ass, Professor...Take my load!"
After the spasms finally stopped, the professor leaned over onto the desk. I stayed in his ass as I rested against his back. His shirt was soaked with sweat, and my whole body was covered with a thin sheen. Finally, I pulled my wet cock out, bringing one more groan from both of us.
Professor Martindale sat down in his chair while I leaned my weight against the edge of his desk. "That was...spectactular, Drew. you're the first student I've ever done anything like this with".
"You're the first teacher I've ever done anything like this with!" I countered. We both laughed at that, then went into the professor's bathroom to clean up. I retrieved my clothes and, after dressing left the office with an invitation to repeat the "discussion" again any time.
Chapter Three;
Classes moved along slowly. Paul and I were enjoying college life, not only because of the sexual partners we had met, but other friends, both male and female that we enjoyed knowing and hanging out with. One of the highlights of the school year was a tradition that had started many years ago. The Army and Air Force "Rotsie Bowl", a football game between cadets from the two programs.
Some of the cadets were on the varsity team, and were not allowed to play. They were delegated the embarrassing job of dressing up as female cheerleaders. It was worth a fortune to see those jocks in wigs and short skirts, muscles bulging, jumping around and cheering their respective teams on. For the most part, they were good sports about it. Naturally, they got a hell of a lot of ribbing.
The athletic department did it's part in the rivalry. They allowed us to use the regular football teams uniforms, since it was full contact. Many of the players on both sides had played football in high school so it wasn't all strictly amatures. Air Force drew the dark "home' jerseys and white pants, while Army wore dark pants and the white 'away' jerseys. I alternated with at quarterback with a senior for the Air Force team. Paul was a wide receiver for his Army squad. That prevented us from being on the field at the same time...probably a good thing in the long run.
We didn't have a lot of complicated plays and many were literally drawn up in the huddle. Billy Ray Stanton, the primary Air Force quarterback had been a pretty good player in high school. He led our team to a touchdown on the first drive. Army came back and marched down the field, thanks to a couple of great catches by Paul that kept the drive alive. They had to settle for a field goal and we played thru halftime with the score Air Force 7, Army 3.
Army had a better ground game than us, but we had the better air game with Stanton. Sounds logical when you think about it. I had an adequate arm, but was better at faking. Late in the third quarter, I did manage to get us down close, but we had to kick a field goal when my third down pass attempt fell incomplete. Score Air Force 10, Army 3.
In the fourth quarter, Paul caught a short pass and turned it into a 60 yard run for a score. The point failed; Air Force 10, Army 9. The teams went up and down the field after that, but neither could score. Army had one last chance and took advantage of it. Again Paul caught a couple of crutial third down passes to gain a first down. Time was running out and the drive stalled on our six yard line. Army kicked the winning field goal as time expired. Final; Army 12, Air Force 10.
The beer was on us, as tradition dictated. There was a lot of bragging and "Wait til next year" chants, but it was MOSTLY in good fun. Nobody likes to lose, but Paul really razzed me about the game. "Ill collect when we get home", he whispered in my ear as we dressed in the locker room. We had a bet between us that let the winner make any sexual demand on the other (within reason) and the loser had to comply.
Chapter Four;
Paul decided he wanted an evening of servitude. I had to cook dinner and serve it to him naked, then stand at the table while he ate. I had to cut his meat up, then feed it to him. Afterward I had to prepare his bath and actually bathe him in the tub. That part I didn't mind too much since I got to get my hands on his dick. He wouldn't let me have much fun though and kept me at bay.
By the time I dried his sexy body off, I was ready to jump his bones. I was so horny I thought my dick was going to explode. "You're really getting a kick out of this , aren't you?' I grumbled.
"You can say that again", Paul replied smugly. "Now, prepare my bed. I'm ready to retire". After I turned the covers down, he looked at my throbbing dick and calmly said "Very good, you may now be excused to sleep on the sofabed".
"You're shitting me!" I said unbelievingly. "Don't press your luck asshole. This has gone far enough! Can't you see I'm about to go nuts here?"
Paul laughed and dropped his robe, displaying a rock hard cock. "Did you think I would actually let you spend the night alone?"
"Well, for a minute there, you had me wondering," I admitted as I took him in my arms and smothered his mouth with kisses.
We spent a glorious night of sex. It brought back memories of that first night at the drive in movie with our friends Brian and Jack. Neither Paul or I had ever done anything with another guy. I had made the first move on Paul, and we ended up at the airport making wild, passionate love in the Civil Air Patrol Squadron office.
The room was filled with soft moans as we each pleasured the other orally, finally ending with me fucking Paul until we both erupted in a blaze of intense sexual fullfillment. We slept spooned against each other. Ah, yes, nothing like a good fuck after an exhilirating game of football!
Chapter Five
I enjoyed a few more sessions, "discussing" Economics with Professor Martindale in his office over the course of the school year. Also Stu had returned for a week's rest from the gruelling PGA tour. We just about had him ready to try a threesome. He went so far as to have sex with Paul and I in our apartment, but still individually.
Paul went into the bedroom with him, while I stayed in the living room. The sounds of sex was loud and their groans and moans, carried easily to the rest of the apartment. I could hear the sound of bodies slapping together and figured it was Stu fucking Paul, since Paul preferred bottom. That assumption was confirmed when I heard Paul's voice urging Stu to "Ram it in...fuck me...Make me cum!"
They came out afterwards and we sat around naked, having a few drinks while talking about the sex that just occured. Then, Stu and I went into the bedroom and made our own music. Stu sucked me until I was about to cum, then turned over and urged me to fuck him. Our coupling carried to Paul's ears in the living room as Stu loudly described how good my cock felt in his ass.
The fact that Stu was feeling comfortable enough to be naked with both Paul and I was a good sign he was weakening. "I guess I am sort of curious", he admitted. "I've really enjoyed sex with you both one on one. It's starting to make me wonder how it would feel to have one of you in my mouth while the other is in my ass". We made tentative plans to maybe try a threesome the next time he came thru.
Chapter Six;
In the meantime, my relationship with Rachael Carson was moving along nicely. We had begun seeing each other. At first, it was a school dance, then dinner and a movie, then the first tentative kiss, leading to some more intense touching and feeling, until we finally ended up in bed in the apartment when Paul was again out playing soldier.
She turned out to be a wildcat in bed, sucking my dick with a passion while I ate her delicious, jucy cunt out. She was one of those women who could enjoy multiple orgasms, which made me feel like a real stud. We continued to see each other and have sex frequently.
Rachael and her brother Randy had relatives in town. Therefore they were given permission to live off campus, even though they were still Freshmen. They lived with an aunt and uncle who were retired and traveled a lot. They were happy to have the kids there to housesit.
It made it convenient for Paul and me also. There were times Paul had met a special guy and had wanted to "entertain" him at our place. Then, sometimes Rachael and I wanted to be together, but Paul was home. It worked out fine for the both of us.
I had enjoyed fucking Rachael several times in her room. We always tried to be careful to make sure Randy was gone, but sometimes it wasn't possible. We tried to keep the noise down, but I wondered if Randy could hear us, since Rachael was rather vocal. He HAD to know what was going on, but didn't say anything.
A couple of times, he would be downstairs in the den when she and I finished screwing upstairs. He would look up as I walked thru on the way out and always smiled and said goodbye. Sometimes, when he was dressed in shorts or something equally casual, I could see a bulge in his crotch that got me to thinking about how hot he looked.
Chapter Seven;
One Saturday, I stopped by, hoping to catch Rachael and take her to a movie. Randy answered the door in short shorts and a tee shirt. He told me his sister had been invited to spend the night with some friends in the next town and wouldn't be back until late the next evening. I thanked him and started to leave, when Randy stopped me, saying "Hey, wanna come in and stay for awhile? I wouldn't mind a little company."
"Sure", I said "I'm kinda on my own tonight too".
We went into the den and Randy asked if I wanted a beer, which I accepted. He got a couple out of the fridge and brought them into the room. We were sitting together on the sofa and watching some documentary on TV. We talked about school and grades and ROTC to pass the time. Randy said he wasn't planning on going into the military, but Rachael had talked him into joining with her. He hoped to work in administration, since he was majoring in business.
"So Randy,how's college life treating you? I'll bet more than one or two gals have come after a good looking kid like you."
He blushed and said "Well, a few, you know, but nothing serious." We finished our beers and he got up to get us a refill. When he sat back down, he was quiet for a few minutes, then asked me if I minded a personal question.
"Not at all", I said, "Shoot."
"Well, I know you and my sister have been seeing each other for a while, and I know you two have been gettin' kinda close".
"Your sister is a great gal" I answered cautiously. "I really enjoy knowing her..and you too". What was he getting at?
"I know you and Rachael have had sex", he began, "I've heard you two upstairs sometimes when she's gotten a little loud."
"Oh, hey Randy, I'm sorry if it upsets you, I...".
Randy interrupted to say "No, that's not it. Actually, I couldn't help gettin' turned on by the noise".
Turned on by his SISTER getting fucked? Was this guy some kind of wierdo who wanted to bang his sister?
"I could hear her telling you to fuck her with your big dick! I got so hot a few times, I jacked off listening to it. I could picture your dick going in and out of her pussy and it got me hot!"
I was taken by surprise. Randy was turned on by ME, not his sister! He was obviously shy and squirmed uncomfortably on the sofa beside me. He turned and pulled his left knee up on the sofa, facing me. I could see he was hard in his shorts. His cock was clearly outlined thru the soft fabric. My dick began rapidly rising also and I had to shift a little to relieve the building pressure.
"Let me get this straight, Randy. You were getting hot and jacked off, thinking about ME?"
"Yeah", he said nervously. "Drew, I hope you aren't disgusted with me. I've wanted to tell you how I felt all year, but was afraid what you'd think".
I moved next to him and said, "Let me show you what I think". I reached my hand behind his head and pulled him to me and fastened my lips to his. I saw his eyes open wide, then close dreamily as his mouth opened to admit my searching tongue. We held the kiss for quite a while, our bodies moving together, our breathing growing heavier.
"Mmmmm, Randy moaned as my other hand slid under his tee shirt and rubbed his chest. I broke the kiss and moved my lips to his neck where it joins the shoulder and began kissing and nuzzling the sensitive spot.
"Ohhhh, Drew, if you only knew how much I've wanted to do this"!
"Me too, buddy, me too", I whispered as I began to pull his shirt over his head. He raised his arms and I latched on to his mouth again as it peeked out of the neck of his shirt. I laid him out on the sofa and moved my body against his. I slipped one knee between his legs and pushed it up into his crotch. "Mmmmmmm", it was my turn to moan as I felt his hard cock rub against my thigh. I put a hand behind him on his ass and pulled him tighter against my own erection. We dry humped each other as our mouths meshed and our tongues fought each other to explore.
Randy reached for the bottom of my shirt and tried to pull it out of my jeans. I rolled away far enough for him to pull it up and over my head then moved to his chest, circling a nipple with my tongue. As my mouth closed over the nub and starting nibbling and sucking the hard little point, Randy pushed against me and let out a long groan. "Ahhhh...Yessss...That feels so nice, Drew".
I continued to work on his nipples while I began to unbuckle his shorts. I pulled the zipper down and reached inside to grasp his throbbing boner. "Mmmmmm...Oh, God, Oh God", he moaned, thrashing his body around under me. "I want to feel you too", he gasped as his fingers fumbled with my belt.
"Hold on, babe", I whispered. I stood up and kicked off my socks and sneakers, then unbuckled my belt. As I unzipped my jeans, Randy raised his hips and pulled his shorts off, lying there now clad only in a pair of light blue briefs. I could see a wet spot where his pre cum was leaking thru. I quickly got out of my jeans and knelt down in front of the sofa, even with his crotch. I put my hand on his bulge and squeezed his rod, leaning over until I could kiss his pouty, swollen lips. Randy had the softest mouth I had ever kissed. His lips stayed soft as he sucked on my tongue.
I was anxious to see his cock. I had wondered how it might look and wasn't disappointed. As I slowly pulled his briefs down, I trailed my open mouth over his quivering belly, down into his pubic hair as it came into view. The head of his dick peeked over the top of his briefs and I kissed the tip of it, then licked it with my tongue as I pulled his briefs down a little more. I wanted to tease him a bit before giving him what we both wanted, so I exposed a little more cock, licking the underside.
"Ohhh...I love that...Mmmmm...you're driving me up the wall, Drew". Randy's cock was cut, and was about 5 1/2 " long, not real thick, with a beautiful arrow-shaped head and a straight, smooth shaft. He was very sensitive just where the head of his dick joined the shaft, and I concentrated on that spot. I flicked my tongue back and forth across it, then sucked on it. Randy arched his back raising his hips and forcing his dick harder against my mouth.
I still hadn't taken it in my mouth and I wasn't going to give in to the urge yet. I pulled his briefs down far enough to expose his balls, which were drawn up tightly under the base of his dick. I took the wrinkled sac into my mouth and ran my tongue over the surface, causing Randy to suck in his breath and put a hand on the back of my head gently.
"Yesssss...Don't stop...Play with my balls...Ohhhhh, man...What a rush!" His fingers were stroking the hair on the back of my head as he moved his hips side to side, while I continued my assault on his nuts. I ran my tongue farther down and licked the area between his balls and his ass. With one hand stroking his cock, I moved my head tighter between his outspread legs until his ballsac was mashed against the side of my face. I put my open mouth on the tender perineum and flatted my tongue against it, licking back and forth. Randy's body arched up and froze as he endured the erotic torture. "Ohhhhh...Ohhhhh...I love it...I love it!"
I finally moved back from his squirming body and whispered, "Why don't we go upstairs where we can be more comfortable?"
"Let's go to my room", Randy gasped. He pulled his briefs off, grabbed me by the hand and led me up the stairs. I enjoyed watching his cute litte ass jiggle right in front of my face.
As soon as we got into his room, we came together in a tight embrace, bodies fused, mouths together, tongues dueling. I bent down and picked Randy up in my arms. With my lips still covering his, I walked us to the bed and put a knee on it as I laid him gently down and covered his body with mine. I was still in my briefs, but Randy quickly took care of that. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down...out to clear my raging hard on...and off my feet. Now our naked bodies rubbed together. My cock slipped between his legs and he closed them, trapping me in a tight lock. His balls rubbed against the top of my dick and I began to dry fuck him.
"That feels great", he groaned as my pre cum lubed us both and made my cock slide back and forth easily, creating a maddening friction. "I want to feel your cock inside me."
"In time, my little lover, in time. First, I want to taste that beautiful dick you have between your legs". I opened his legs with my hands and moved down to the object of desire. Randy's dick lay throbbing on his stomach, gently bouncing with the beat of his heart. I put my arms under his legs and drew his knees up beside my ears as I breathed warm air on his prick.
"Yessss...Take it...I want to feel your mouth on my cock...Suck it for me...Please Drew...Suck me" He moaned. His knees lay across my shoulders and my hands were on each of his hips. I licked him from his balls to the tip of his dick, then raised it up with my hand and kissed around the crown, licking off the pre cum there.
"Ahhhhhhhhh" Randy let out in a long sigh. I began taking more and more of his delicious cock into my mouth sucking gently and running my tongue along the underside. "Mmmmmmm" he was biting his lower lip and had his eyes closed tightly. When my nose dug into his pubic hair, I moved my head in a circle, causing his dick to move around in my mouth. This brought pleasure from different angles and his hips jerked in response.
Randy opened his eyes and raised up on his elbows to watch the action on his cock. I looked up into his eyes and winked as I withdrew to where just the head was still covered. His mouth formed a silent "O" as I sucked the sensitive crown. We continued to hold eye contact as I kept my mouth on his dick. I moved a hand to his ass and let a finger trail up and down his crack.
His eyes opened wide and he licked his lips as he felt the finger stop at the entrance to his tunnel. He raised his hips, driving his cock into my mouth, but opening his ass for me to continue. I tickled his pucker, running my finger around the ultra-sensitive opening. I applied a little pressure and it slipped in to the first knuckle.
Randy dropped back flat on the bed and began pumping his hips up and down, trying to get more finger. It worked both ways. As he raised up, his cock would slide in my mouth to the base, then when he pulled back, he impaled his ass on my finger. He was babbling incoherantly as his head rolled from side to side.
"Oh, Drew...I can't take any more...I'm going to cum pretty soon".
I released his throbbing dick long enough to say "Go ahead babe...I want you to cum for me...Let me taste your load". That said, I went back to sucking his cock and fingering his ass unti I felt him tense his muscles.
"Oh, God...Here it comes...I'm there, Drew...I'm gonna cum...Gonna cuuummm!" Randy's body arched into a tight bow, then as I felt his dick swell, it began jerking and I tasted his sweet cum as it blasted. His sphincter spasmed on my probing finger and I pumped it back and forth, tickling his prostrate while my mouth bobbed furiously on his spurting dick.
"Unnngh...Unnngh...Cumming, Drew...Cumming...Don't stop...Oh my God...Unnngh" Randy groaned thru clenched teeth. I thought he would never stop, but since all good things must come to an end, so he did. He lay collapsed on his back, limbs all akimbo, totally wasted and gasping for breath. I sucked on his softening cock, making his body give little uncontrollable jerks, until I finally let my prize pop out of my mouth and slowly pulled my finger out of his ass. I moved up to lay beside him and hold him close as our breathing slowly returned to normal.
"My God, Drew, that was incredible" Randy said as he turned his head and kissed me deeply. "I can taste me on your tongue", he whispered.
"Mmmmmm, I may never brush my teeth again", I said softly.
"You're a nut!". He suddenly became aware that I was still hard as a rock. "My turn to taste you now", he said as he moved down my body to take me in his mouth.
I gasped at the intense pleasure of his hot mouth as he went up and down on my dick. "Ohhhhh, suck me you beautiful little cocksucker, your mouth is so hot"! I grunted.
Randy worked on me furiously, stopping when he felt my body start to swell. "Oh no you don't", he said. "That cock is going to fuck me before I let you cum"!
I put a couple of pillows behind me as I raised up into a sitting position with my back against the headboard. Taking a bottle of lotion from the bedside table, he quickly slicked up my sensitive dick. He then straddled me with a knee on either side of my hips, and lined his ass up with my throbbing rod. With his hand, he guided me into his waiting hole and slowly lowered himself onto my cock, shutting his eyes. When he was sitting on my lap, with my dick buried to the hilt in his ass, he opened his eyes and smiled. He leaned forward, pulling a couple of inches of dick out, and our mouths joined in a tender kiss.
He started raising up and down on my pole, groaning at the deep penetration this position allowed. Randy kept his mouth fused against mine as he did most of the work. I put a hand under each ass cheek and helped him bounce up and down. "Mmmmph...Mmmmph...Mmmmph" we both mumbled as the fuck heated up.
I was getting pretty close. Randy had left me on the verge of cumming when I sucked him off, and he was going to get me soon. I pushed him back and moved on top to fuck him Missionary style. We were still locked in our kiss and he wrapped his legs around my hips, locking his heels behind my butt. I started trying to nail his ass to the bed and he gave back every bit of what he got. His hips rose to meet my thrusts.
The room echoed with the slap of my hips against his ass as we rushed to the peak. Pulling our mouths apart to try and catch our breaths, I looked into his eyes as I started alternating short, fast, jerky strokes with long, slow ones. This did it for both of us. Randy's cock spurted cum on both our bellies and his butt spasmed, causing me to blast my load deep into his rectum.
We lay there exhausted, our chests heaving as our breath rasped thru open mouths. I stayed in him until my cock softened enough to slip out and rest in his crack. I kissed his mouth again and told him how great a fuck that had been.
"I've never felt so excited", Randy smiled, "I'll probably be walking bowlegged for a week...But I'll be smiling!"
I laughed and hugged him tight as I whispered in his ear "You're a nut too, but I'm so glad you asked me to stay tonight. I hope this is just the beginning of a long friendship."
I could see tears in his eyes as he said "Thank you for staying, and thank you for the wonderful sex. I want to repeat this night many times."
We got up and showered, then curled up in bed. Before going to sleep, I told Randy about Paul and me and our agreement. I asked him if he might like to join us some time for a threesome.
"I've never been in a threesome', he said."As a matter of fact, tonight was only the third time I've ever had sex with another guy, and the FIRST time I've been fucked!" If Paul is anything like you, I'm not sure I'll survive a threesome. Only one way to find out! I'd like to try it!"
With that settled, we dropped off into a deep sleep. Randy woke me up once, sucking my dick. After he made me cum, we slept til morning, and I fucked him again, jacking him off at the same time. After a quick shower, we dressed and had some breakfast. We spent the day together and had one more round, sucking each other off before I had to leave. I went back to the apartment with a contented smile on my face.
Segment Two; Summer
Chapter One;
That summer, Paul and I were required to attend two weeks of advanced summer ROTC camp. Since I was Air Force and he was Army we would be at separated locations. It was going to be lonely being separated. We realized that we would only be together one more year. After we graduated and received our commissions, we would be assigned to different services, in different parts of the world maybe. Chances of seeing each other, except maybe during leave, would be extremely unlikely. We had known each other most of our lives and had been inseparable for the last three years. The time left was precious.
We had one last night of sex, before we were taken to the airport and put on different military airplanes to be flown to our individual locations. I was headed for Hill AFB in Utah, and Paul was scheduled for intensive training in the Louisiana swamps.
The flight to Utah as uneventful. We made four different stops to pick up ROTC cadets from other universities, headed for the same camp. There were about 75 cadets on the plane, 20 of which were females. Although girls were permitted in ROTC, they were restricted to basically two fields; Nursing and Administration. Women were not considered for "men's" jobs back then.
When we landed at Hill, there were several other military planes unloading cadets. We were taken by bus to the housing area, where building and room assignments were waiting. The barracks were old, WWII type two story wooden buildings, with a door at each end. Thank goodness, the insides had been converted into 2-man rooms. Originally, they were what was called "open-bay" barracks. As many as 30 or 40 men would sleep in an huge open room in iron bunk beds. Compared to that, this was the Hilton. There was a "latrine"(restroom) with multiple toilets and sinks, and an open shower area. Each building had a separated room at the end of each floor where the Cadet Squadron Commander and his second in command slept.
Since I was a Squadron Commander, I found my room and quickly began to unpack. We had very little time to get set, before "chow". I was putting personal items in the foot locker at the end of my bed when a voice behind me said "Hey, there, you must be Cadet Captain Malone". I turned around and saw my "Number One" and was very surprised to see a tall Cadet First Lieutenant in a uniform that showed off a nicely toned body. The surprise was because he was black!
Now, you might say "Big deal, he's black! so what?" Well, remember, this was 1961. Most schools, especially in the South, were still segregrated. Only recently had blacks been allowed to begin attending major, formerly all white universities. I had known several black guys back home. They had attended a school for blacks and weren't allowed to mingle wif us "White Folks". That moronic attitude had not interfered with our playing together after school. We played football, baseball and other sports, and were completely colorblind. They also weren't allowed in the public swimmimg pool, but we all went skinny dipping at one of many nearby lakes or streams. I had grown very close to many who hoped to have an opportunity to get a good college education.
My mind snapped back to the present as my roommate tossed his bag on the other bed and stuck out his hand. "I'm Ronnie Baker, but friends call me Ron."
"Drew Malone, glad to meet you Ron. Need any help getting unpacked?"
"Thanks, that'd be great! I'm running a little late. I think there was some concern about rooming me with a white guy. If you have a problem with it, I'll asked to be assigned to another room."
"Don't be silly. Glad to have you. I hope we can be friends as well as classmates."
His face broke into a wide grin, showing beautifully white even teeth. Ron was about 6' 1", and looked to weigh about 170 lbs. He had very nice facial features indicating some mixed blood in his family history. His complexion was a rich coffee brown, much lighter than most of my friends back in high school. He had wide shoulders and a narrow waist. His uniform was tailored and fit him like a glove. I noticed as he turned his back to me to open his bag that he had a nice bubble butt.
We got everything put away and had a few minutes to talk about ourselves. I told Ron about my background and that I was hoping to get into flight school and become a fighter pilot. "I'm the first in my family to consider making a career in the military and the first to go Air Force. My uncle was killed in the Pacific in WWII, and a couple of cousins were drafted but got out after their initial enlistment."
"Yeah, I lost my father in Korea. He was a Marine and died at Pusan. A couple of my brothers got drafted and are in the Army. One is stationed in Germany and one is in Japan. I was the youngest of four brothers and two sisters. We're a lot alike...," he stopped and glanced at me, "Ah...I mean like I'm also the first to want a military career. I'm certainly going to be the first to graduate from college!"
"Relax, Ron, I know what you mean. Don't be so uptight around me" I said, "I don't feel uncomfortable around you, and I hope you can feel the same with me."
"It'll take some getting used to, I guess. I sometimes feel unwanted at my own school."
"Are there many black girls at your school? Surely they must be all over you" I asked, probing a little.
"Yeah, there are a few, but I don't have anything steady going on. They pretty much hang out together."
Hmmmm, that sounded encouraging as I picked up on some possible signals. "I know what you mean" I said "It's the same with me. My best friend Paul and I prety well do everything together" (Double meaning words..Did he pick up on that?).
Before we could get any further, the loud speaker announced chow. Ron and I hurried out to formation. We got the Squadron assembled and marched them to the mess hall. I marched at the head of one of the two flights in our squadron, Ron in front of the other.
Chapter Two;
Summer camp was buisy and hectic. Between P.E., Classes, and Drill, our days were pretty full. I noticed about ten other black cadets, of which four held senior ranks. The Group Commander was one. He held the rank of Cadet Colonel. There were ten squadrons, consisting of two flights each, under the Group. Regular Air Force Officers supervised the cadets, and of course taught the classes. They inspected the senior cadet officers' rooms, but it was the responsibility of Ron and myself to inspect the rest of our squadron.
Ron and I did become close friends with mutual respect. I was starting to fantasize about what it would be like to have sex with Ron. In the showers, his body was very finely muscled, especially his chest and legs. His dick was smaller than I had expected, listening to all the rumors that blacks were all hung like donkeys. Ron's hung down about 6" soft over a nice set of almost hairless balls. His pubic hair was a small patch of very curly black hair. I carefully checked out his equipment the first time I saw him naked. He seemed unconcerned about being bare in our room, and he slept naked. I wondered how much bigger he would be hard.
Somewhere toward the end of the week, I woke up about 2 AM. I wasn't sure what had disturbed me. In the dim light filtering thru our window, I glanced over and saw that Ron was awake also. He was breathing heavily and, as I looked closer, I could see the sheet moving up and down rapidly over the area of his hips. My dick hardened as I realized what I was seeing. Son of a Bitch, my roomie was jacking off, pounding the pork, choking the lizzard! I listened as his breath caught and then a sharp intake of breath and then a quiet groan as he got off. I waited a while, until his even breathing indicated he was asleep and then I took care of my own cock, catching my cum in a sock. I turned over and fell back to sleep.
This scene was repeated several times the next few nights. I think after a while, Ron knew I was awake and watching. I was pretty sure he was aware that I was jacking off too. Now I was determined to see if Ron would be interested in a little mutual fun.
We got passes for the weekend, so we changed into civies and caught the base bus into town to see what was what. There wasn't much to do at all in Ogden. The Mormon influence pretty well ruled out any "adult" entertainment places. We finally ended up going to a regular movie.
It wasn't very crowded inside, so I ask Ron where he wanted to sit. I was encouraged when he chose seats that were toward the back and away from the aisle. We watched the movie, ate our popcorn, and drank our sodas. Ron leaned forward to put his empty popcorn box on the floor between his legs. This caused his leg to move against mine. I left mine where it was and waited to see what would happen. When Ron sat back up, his leg stayed in contact.
Nothing happened for a while, until I felt him raise his leg slightly and then move it back down, applying a little pressure. I returned the pressure and repeated the movement with my leg. Ron moved his arm closer on the armrest and lightly squeezed my leg. "Boring movie, huh?"
"I'll say. I can think of lots of things I'd rather be doing right now".
His hand was still on my knee and his fingers began stroking the inside of my leg. He leaned closer and whispered "I notice you looking at me a lot, especially in the shower. Any reason why?"
"I just think you're a great looking guy. You keep in great shape."
"You KNOW what I've been doing in bed at night, don't you? I've seen you watching."
"Well, you haven't exactly been too quiet about it."
"Guess not. Maybe that's because I liked you watching me. I know you must have liked what you saw. I noticed you jacking off too."
I put my hand over his on my leg and whispered back "Yeah, guess I can't deny that. It turned me on knowing you were playing with your dick."
His hand moved up my leg, still covered by mine. It reached my dick and squeezed it thru my pants. I urged him to continue by squeezing his hand with mine and let out a moan. "Mmmmmm...that feels good."
Ron held my cock for a few minutes, then I lowered my zipper and guided his hand inside. He felt my hardness thru my briefs for a while then pulled his hand out. As he took my hand and moved it into his lap, I heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down. It sounded awfully loud in the theater, but, luckily there was no one close.
He guided me into the opening and I felt the rigid flesh of his cock. Ron was wearing boxers and his prick was sticking thru the opening. He hissed as I ran my thumb over the head, feeling the wettness of his pre cum. It was his turn to moan softly as my hand stroked what felt like a pretty big piece of meat.
The theater was OK for this, but we both wanted more. "Why don't we go back to the room" I whispered, horsely. We need to find a bed!"
Ron nodded his agreement, so we zipped up, adjusted our equipment and headed out to catch the bus back to base.
Chapter Three;
The bus ride seemed to take forever, but finally we arrived back at Hill. We quickly rushed to our room and locked the door. The barracks was silent, most of the cadets had taken off to various places. We undressed in the glow of the lamp beside our beds, and stood, naked, looking each other over.
Ron's dick was standing out from his body. I had been afraid when I felt it in the theater, that it would be too big for me to handle. Actually, it hadn't grown much larger than when soft. It was maybe 7 1/2 to 8 inches, cut, with a large head and the kind of smooth shaft that I liked to suck.
He was appraising me at the same time. "You look good, Drew. I've never been with a white guy. It's kinda exciting."
"You're the first black guy I've had a chance to be with. I like what I see."
With that, we moved into each other's arms. I looked up to meet Ron's open mouth and felt him shove his thick tongue practically down my throat. His lips were thick, too and oh, so soft. Our mouths moved together as our hands explored each other's body. We put our hands on the other's ass and pulled our hips together. Ron's dick slipped between my legs and I closed on it, enjoying the warm friction as he dry fucked me.
"Mmmmmm, squeeze my big dick White Boy" he rasped, tearing his mouth away from mine to kiss down the side of my neck.
"Oh, yeah, I feel your dick. Keep doing that."
Ron reached down and picked me up. With his hands under my knees and his hard cock rubbing the bottom of my crack, he walked us over to the nearest bed. I found myself being deposited on my back. My legs were still spread, and Ron knelt between them and went down on my cock. His hands found my nipples and pinched them between his thumb and forefinger.
"Ahhhhh...God, Ron...Take it, it's yours" I groaned as I felt him suck me. His tongue did a dance on the underside of my throbbing dick as his lips stayed fastened to the base of my shaft, his nose buried in my pubic hair. Then he slowly pulled back, dragging his rough tongue along the sensitive shaft, keeping a tight suction with his mouth. At the tip, his mouth opened and he swirled his tongue around and around the crown. "Ohhhh...Oh yeah! I like that...right there...just like that."
I put both hands on his head and gently stroked my fingers thru the short wiry hair. Ron began bobbing up and down on my cock faster and faster, driving me quickly to the edge. "Slow down Ron...easy, man...I'm gonna cum if you don't!" It was probably a combination of the fact that Ron was an excellent cocksucker, and seeing the contrast of my pale white cock disappearing into his dark skinned mouth, but I couldn't hold back much longer.
Ron reluctantly pulled off my surging prick and gave the head a last lick. "Mmmmm, you taste good 'White Boy'." He had used the term a lot lately. It was a standing joke between us and nothing racial was meant or perceived by it. "I don't want to get you off yet, either, but I want to taste your load."
"You can have it soon, but first, I want some of that licorice stick!" That was my comeback for the 'White Boy' crack. I sat up on the edge of the bed and Ron stood up between my legs. I moved one hand to his butt and took his massive dick in the other. I stroked the long shaft a few times, bringing out a long moan from Ron. He was definitely ready and so was I, so I leaned forward and closed my lips around my first balck cock.
"Ahhhhh...take it 'White Boy', suck my big black cock. You've been wanting it for weeks now."
Actually, I had been wanting a black dick for 21 years and I tried to make up for lost time. I took as much ot it in my mouth as I could. I fondled his ball sac with one hand while the other still squeezed his ass, urging him to move his hips in rhythm with my sucking mouth. I licked the underside of his shaft, mouthed his balls which were drawn up tight in their wrinkled sac, and ending up by sucking and licking his perineum. Then I returned to his gorgeous black cock, shining with my saliva.
Ron's head was back and constant dirty erotic words came out of his slack mouth, urging me on. "Yeah, 'White Boy'...suck my dick...keep that white mouth working it...that's it...like that...oh,yeah...just like that...you're doing great...I'm gettin' hot...don't make me cum yet, I want to suck you off, then fuck your white ass!"
He gently urged me back on the bed and once again dropped down to engulf my cock in his hot mouth. I wasn't far from spilling my load anyway, and Ron wasn't going to play around. He went into overdrive, bobbing up and down. He slid a finger up my hole and began fingering me as fast as his mouth was working my throbbing rod. When I felt the second, and finally a third finger stretch me open, I gave in to the pleasure. "Yessss...I'm gonna cum Ron...I'm gonna cum...Ohhhhhhhhh...Now...Now...NOOOOWWWW!" I began spurting into that vacuuming mouth and jerked my hips uncontrollably impaling my ass on his probing fingers.
When I had stopped spasming, Ron leaned over and retrieved a bottle of sweet smelling creamy lotion from his bedside chest and quicky worked it over his pulsating cock, still spreading my ass with his fingers. He pulled them out long enough to squirt a large amount of lotion on them. When he pushed them back in, my hole opened easily and felt them grease up my tunnel.
Ron placed my legs over his shoulders after putting a pillow under my hips. I was now wide open and ready. He eased the head into the opening and pushed slowly and steadily against the entrance until my ass surrendered to its' first black dick. My breath exploded outward as that long shaft worked its' way into my depths. A few thrusts and I felt his tight ball sac bump my ass. His wiry pubic hair felt different than anything before. It rubbed against the bottom of my balls, sending chills up my body.
"My God, Ron, I think you just tickled my tounsils with the head of that big black monster" I groaned, feeling fullness I never experienced. There was no pain and Ron was gentile as he began to fuck me with short, quick jabs. "Oofff...Oofff...Oofff...Do it...Do it...Give it to me...fuck my ass with your big jucy black dick!"
The rhythm changed to a series of long, slow thrusts and his hips smacked against my ass on every downstroke. I was going out of my mind from the feeling of that big cock plunging to depths never reached before. Ron was covered with a sheen of glistening sweat as he relentlessly pounded me into the mattress. The sweat made his body look like a mirror, it was so shiny.
After at least thirty minutes of unbroken fucking, Ron was approaching his climax. My dick was rock hard again from his long rod hitting my prostrate every time he bottomed out. I felt his rhythm increase, along with his breathing. His voice was so hoarse, I almost couldn't hear him whisper "Oh yeah, 'White Boy', I'm about to shoot my load in your lilly white ass...you ready for it?"
"I'm ready for it, give me all that big black licorice stick...You got me ready...now give it to me...cum for me Ron...Cum for me...Ohhhh, I'm cumming too...Uuuunnnngggghhhh!" My dick blasted a load onto my belly and chest and my clenching ass muscles took Ron over the top.
"Oh, yeah...Squeeze my dick with your tight little white ass...That's gonna do it...Here I cum "White Boy'...Here I cum...Unnngh,,,Unnngh...Unnngh...cummin'...cummin' in your ass!" I felt his cock flood my ass. I felt like I was floating away. I thrust my hips up and squeezed his dick as hard as I could.
We stayed frozen like that until the sensations passed, then Ron collapsed on top of me. Not wanting to crush me, he transfered most of his weight onto his elbows as our mouths and tongues fused for a long tender kiss that lasted until his softening dick finally slid wettly out of my ass. I could feel his cum running down my crack. Oh, well, tomorrow was dirty linen exchange day.
After pulling apart, we wrapped towells around our waists and hurried to the showers to clean up. When we got back to the room, we both crawled into one bed and fell asleep with Ron's cock nestled between my legs from behind.
We woke up once during the night. Ron was hard again and his hand reached around my body and stroked my cock into readiness. We reversed positions and sucked each other off once more, then slept thru the night.
Next day, I felt funny in front of the flight, standing in formation. I had the feeling everybody could tell I had been fucked silly last night by my roomie. I glanced down the line at Ron, standing in front of 'B' Flight. I could see him return my glance and we smiled at each other, remembering the pleasure we had shared.
Chapter Three;
The last week of summer camp was a blur of activity, finishing up lesson plans and getting ready for the final Pass In Review parade.
Ron and I found time at least once a day, usually in the evening in our room, to enjoy each other. Either we would suck each other off, or I would suck him and then he would fuck me. He always made sure I gott off too. We both hated to see the summer end.
But, inevitably, it did. The parade was our last chance to show off in front of the Air Force officers who had been our instructors for the past two weeks. We were the last squadron to pass the reviewing stand. I marched in front of the 'A' Flight with the guidon bearer, who's signals with his flag told the two flights what command I would give, in case the rear ranks could not hear. Ron was in front of 'B' Flight and would echo my commands.
Wnen we passed the reviewing stand, my job was to give the order "Eyes...Right!", then tender the salute to the reviewing officers, then "Eyes...Front!" after we passed. I heard Ron's deep voice bark out the same commands as 'B' Flight passed the stands.
After dismissing the formation, we all had a little time to congratulate each other and mill around for a while as the instructors mingled with the cadets to wish us luck. We then marched back to our respective barracks to pick up our belongings.
"Drew, it's been a pleasure knowing you. I won't forget the times we had together." Ron said.
"Same here, Ron. It's been a pleasure sharing the room...and the sex with you."
We shared one last hug and a deep, tongue lashing kiss, before heading out to march the squadron to where the busses would pick us up and deliver us to our waiting planes for the flight home. At each stop along the way, cadets said their goodbyes as they got off. When Ron's came, we could only shake hands and wish each other good luck in our final year of school.
"Who knows", Ron said as he stepped to the door, "Maybe we'll end up stationed together somewhere."
"That would be great" I answered, "take care of yourself."
Then, he was gone. The door closed and the plane taxied to the runway. I sighed as we took off, sad to be leaving a fun-filled summer, but looking forward to getting back to Paul, Stu, J.R., Randy and the others.
End Of Part Three:
Well, one more year of college to go. I haven't decided how I will cover the events of post-graduation yet. I may slip into the fiction mode again and maybe include an occasional true encounter. We'll see.
In the meantime, I hope you have enjoyed these stories of the Junior year of College Encounters. Please address any comments to ghettorod@hotmail.com