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This is something I wrote tonight, on somewhat of a whim. I started an earlier version this summer, but it got buried on my computer, and I forgot about it. It makes more sense now that it's cold. What really sparked this was seeing two pictures.
The narrator in my mind looks like this guy http://justusboys.com/forum/view.php?photos=sweet_taboo&albumid=5052&imageid=86450 I saw in one of the other sections.
The other guy in my mind looks like the sixth guy on the Men of Play Girl Eyecandy.
There could be more, if you like it. Senior Year is my real pet project, though.
So, read and enjoy.
It was so cold. I knew the risks, going to a school in the far north, but I thought I could handle it. The brochures promised “mild” winters. That was defiantly a lie designed to attract people like me with absolutely no tolerance for the cold. The soccer team had considered me a bit of a wuss for getting cold so easily, but the amount of goals I scored quickly put that to rest. Why did I stay at that college?
For one, the tuition was relatively cheap, and the program I was in was good, but it was mostly the roommate I got that year. It was my sophomore year, and the year before my roommate had been a fat slob. Even if I had been straight, I’m sure I still would have been repulsed. When I found out who my roommate for that year was in August, that threw all thoughts of transferring to a warmer climate out of my mind.
Matt was a football player that I had seen a few times. I didn’t seriously think I could make anything happen between us, but I sure as hell wanted to try. I had broken up with my boyfriend after our senior year in college. I cared for him, but we just weren’t as good a fit as I thought we were at the beginning. I was a little lonely at college. Sure, I had a few little one night stands, but that’s not what I wanted.
The chance to live with a hot jock for a whole year was something I didn’t want to give up, and I wasn’t disappointed on move-in day. When I came into our room on the fourth floor of one of the older dorm buildings, the first thing I saw was his muscled, shirtless back. I must have sat in the entry way for a few seconds, before he turned around, and flashed me a grin, and at the same time revealing his fantastic chest and abs. His face was incredibly attractive, and so was his body. He was a back-up quarterback, if I remembered right, so he was big, but not too big. I liked my guys muscular, but not obscenely huge.
That little moment set the stage for the first part of the year. I quickly found out that he wasn’t a big fan of clothes, and whenever he got the chance, he just wore his boxers around the dorm room, which was more than fine with me. I’m sure he had heard that I was gay, but he never brought the subject up, and was always nice.
Winter came fairly quickly, after a very short autumn. The central heating in our dorm wasn’t great, so he soon started wearing clothes inside. It was okay, until the heat went out completely. That day, I was wearing a coat, scarf, hat, and gloves to keep warm outside, and when I came inside and noticed that it was almost as cold, I almost wanted to cry. That night, I piled all of my blankets on top of me, with my coat, but I was still cold. Matt must have heard my teeth chattering in the dark.
“Are you okay, Gabe?” he asked, after leaning over the side of his bunk He was one of the only people I let shorten my name.
“It’s cold,” I said, quickly.
“Do you want to come up here? It might be a little warmer, since warm air rises,” he suggested. My heart jumped. It wasn’t everyday that I got invited into the bed of a hot jock.
“Sure… thanks,” I said, before I grabbed my blanket, and climbed up with him. He opened the blanket, revealing that he was also just in boxers and a wife-beater. I laid down next to him. The beds weren’t huge, but we managed to fit. “Good night,” I said, as he pulled the blanket over us, and turned off his reading light.
I felt his leg touch mine, and I shuddered a little. I realized that I was in the same bed as a hot jock, and quickly turned over on my side to hide my erection. We stayed like that for a while, before I heard the sheets rustling, and he slipped over to me, and wrapped his arms around me. I didn’t know what to say, so I just let him.
He spooned me for what seemed like an hour, and I made little noises of pleasure, to tell him he was doing a good job, but I didn’t speak. When I woke up, the next morning, he was snuggled into my back, and his strong arms were wrapped around me. I quietly slipped out of his embraced, to go get a shower and breakfast. When I came back, he was gone.
I didn’t see him until after my last class. We were both studying, when I flounced down on my bed to do some reading for a literature class. I couldn’t focus because I was too preoccupied trying to figure out why Matt, a supposedly straight football player, would be spooning me, a gay soccer player. He turned around in his chair to look at me.
“Hey Gabe, can I ask you something?” he asked. I put the book down, and nodded. “Well… the rumor is that you’re gay… Is that true?” he asked.
“Well… yeah,” I said.
“Cool…,” he said, seeming somewhat relieved. “You’re pretty brave to be out, as a jock… I know that you’d have been killed, at my high school.”
“Well, we just don’t talk about it on the team, and I keep my eyes to myself in the locker room,” I explained. He nodded, and went back to work. As we were getting ready for bed, he looked at me a little expectantly. I was glad the heater still hadn’t been fixed.
“So, do you need help keeping warm, again?” he asked. I smiled.
“Sure,” I said, a little suggestively. He pulled his blanket down from his bunk, and laid on mine, patting invitingly at the spot next to him. I laid down, and he pulled the blanket up. This time, he didn’t waste much time, and wrapped himself around me.
“You don’t have a boyfriend, do you?” he asked, as he nuzzled the back of my head. My heart leaped.
“No, I don’t,” I answered, quickly. I liked where this was going. I noticed myself stiffening in anticipation of his next move. He rubbed my chest a little.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked, a little shyly. I turned my head, and smiled at him He kissed me hard, on the lips. I kissed him back as his tongue pressed into my mouth. “Fuck, you’re good,” he whispered.
“Have you ever been with a guy?” I asked, quietly, as he nuzzled the side of my face. He grinned at me.
“A few times,” he admitted. “What about you?”
“A few times,” I responded, with a matching smile. He kissed me, and wrapped his legs around mine. Then, I noticed his cock griding against my ass. I jumped a little. He was huge! “Jesus, how big are you?”
“Nine-and-a-half, on a good day,” he whispered, as he nipped at my ear lobe. I almost choked, thinking of taking him, in either end. I had been with a few guys, but the biggest I had ever had was six. I had a nice-sized cock, but I loved to be topped, not that I would say no if asked to switch places. I already knew that Matt was a man, and all of the guys I had been with were mere boys. “It likes you,” he said, sultrily. “I’ve wanted to fuck that cute soccer boy butt since the first minute I saw you,” he continued, while slowly grinding himself into me. He was practically fucking me through our boxers.
“I’ve wanted to hear you say that since I first saw you shirtless,” I said. I was really getting into him.
“You’re such a hottie,” he said, as he rubbed my chest and stomach. I was proud with the way I looked. I wasn’t as big as he was, but I knew I looked good. I grinned, and pulled the covers off of us, and reached over to turn on the reading light.
“Man, I want you,” I groaned, looking at him. He smiled.
“We’re going to have to do something to stay warm,” he suggested. “Strip for me, babe,” he coaxed. I flashed him a sexy grin, and slowly began to tug my A-Shirt off. I slowly revealed my six-pack, and then my nice pecs. I made sure to go slowly, as punishment for him teasing me, by wearing boxers for all of the last few months. He was practically drooling by the time I threw my shirt onto the floor. “See something you like?” I asked, sweetly.
“Fuck… Hell, yeah. That’s quite a tent you’re pitching,” he said, noticing my boxers. I bit my tongue at him, as I slowly pulled them off, revealing first my trimmed pubes, and then my straining cock. It snapped to attention, after it was released from it’s cotton prison.
“Your turn,” I said, with a grin, as I squeezed my cock a little. It made me so incredibly hot to see such a hot stud so in love with my body. He didn’t waste much time shucking his shirt. I had seen it before, but my jaw still dropped.
He didn’t just have a six-pack; he had an eight-pack with a noticeable canyon down the middle that was incredibly sexy. His pecs were pretty big, and so were his arms, but that wasn’t what I was staring at. His cock was poking out of his boxers, and it really was big. I stroked myself slowly, as he discarded his boxers. I was leaning against the footboard, so I stretched my foot over and rubbed his massive cock.
He surprised me by leaning over, and wrapping his lips around my cock. I moaned, but tried to keep it down to avoid arousing suspicion from the rest of the dorm. He quickly gobbled it all down, like a talented cocksucker. Honestly, I didn’t expect him to do that, because he just didn’t look like the kind of guy, even if he was gay, that would do that for me.
I looked down to see that my cock was all the way down his throat, and his nose was mashed into my brown pubes. I ran my fingers through his dark hair, and looked into his deep brown eyes as he sucked my dick. I moaned softly, and gently face-fucked him for a while, before he pulled off of me. We shared a look, and I saw the lust in his eyes, and I’m sure he saw the same thing in mine.
“Do you want my cock?” he asked, huskily. I nodded enthusiastically.
“God, I’m so hot for you, as I crawled on top of him. I kissed him deeply, as my hands finally explored his ripped front. I kissed down his neck, and chest. He moaned softly as I kissed each one of his ab muscles, until I got to his imposing cock. I licked it hesitantly, and looked up at him. “You’re huge… be gentle,” I said, before I wrapped my lips around it.
I was pretty thick, but he was just as thick, if not thicker. I really wanted to make him feel good, so I kept sliding down his cock. I got six inches of it in with little problem, because of my experience, but it took a little more work. After a few minutes of trying to relax my throat, I finally got it down. I looked up in amazement with myself that I had swallowed all of him.
“Fuck, Gabe, no one’s ever managed to do that, before,” Matt moaned. I grinned around his cock, before he gently moved it in and out as I sucked on it. “You’re such a stud,” he groaned. He let me work on his meat for a while, before he pulled out of my mouth. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I wanted to give it to him.
“You want my tight… little ass?” I asked, as I caressed his chest. He seemed to be having trouble speaking, so he just kissed me, hard. He pushed me over, so I was laying on my back, as he reached up to his bed to grab a tube of lube, and a condom. I smiled, realizing he had planned this whole thing. Looking at his cock, as he ripped the condom wrapper open, I knew that it would be a little difficult; nothing I had had before him even came close to what he had swinging between his legs.
He coaxed me into the doggy-style position, and I knew this was going to be a power fuck. He got on the bed behind me, and I expected to feel his finger at my entrance, but instead he stuck his tongue up my ass. I moaned loudly as he ate out my ass, which was another surprise. I had expected him to dive right in, so to speak. He seemed frantic, and he was only there for a few minutes before coming off, and sticking a few lubricated fingers up my ass, and slathering his dick in lube. Finally, he positioned himself behind me, and put his hands on my hips.
“Are you ready, stud?” he asked.
“Take me,” I commanded.
He applied pressure, and his cock slipped in with a jolt. I almost screamed from the dull pain of entry. It wasn’t as bad as, say, my first time, but he was so huge that it might of well have been. What came out was a mix of a whimper and a yelp. He rubbed my back, but kept going. We both knew I’d get over it, quickly. It didn’t take him long to get all the way inside me.
His cock stretched me in ways I hadn’t ever been stretched before. I moaned as he pulled out, and pushed back into me. His cock grazed my prostate, making me moan a little louder.
“You’re ass is so tight… God, I can’t believe I waited this long,” he groaned, in my ear. I turned my head and kissed him passionately, as he started to develop his rhythm. He stretched over me, as he really started to fuck me. He felt so powerful, and I wanted to completely submit to him. No guy had ever been so dominate over me, and the only real fucks I had received were from bottom boys I had forced to do it.
The sensations were incredible. Every nerve ending in my ass was lit up with pleasure. His breathing was heavy, and I could tell that he was having as much fun as I was. The smells of sweat and both of our pre-come were on the air, and I loved it. He smelled so good to me, at that moment.
I screamed as he slammed in especially hard, and he put his hand over my mouth to muffle it. At that point, he was pounding my ass as hard as he could, and I knew he was about to come. He licked my ear again, making me shudder.
“Oh god, I’m going to come!” he moaned, in my ear, before slamming into me again. I felt him explode inside me, inside the condom. It was like white fire, inside me. All of those sensations, combined with him reaching under me to furiously stroke my cock caused me to shoot all over my chest, and the bed. Both of our knees buckled, and we fell to the bed with a bounce.
“Fuck, that was so hot,” I moaned, as he pulled out, and ripped off the condom. He threw it into the trash can, and quickly got back to where he was. He pulled the blanket back over us, and we spooned in post-orgasmic bliss.
“And you’re not cold anymore, are you?” he asked. I could hear the grin on his voice.
“Nope. Thanks, Matt,” I said, softly.
“No problem, Gabe,” he responded, as he nuzzled the back of my neck.
The narrator in my mind looks like this guy http://justusboys.com/forum/view.php?photos=sweet_taboo&albumid=5052&imageid=86450 I saw in one of the other sections.
The other guy in my mind looks like the sixth guy on the Men of Play Girl Eyecandy.
There could be more, if you like it. Senior Year is my real pet project, though.
So, read and enjoy.
Keeping Warm
It was so cold. I knew the risks, going to a school in the far north, but I thought I could handle it. The brochures promised “mild” winters. That was defiantly a lie designed to attract people like me with absolutely no tolerance for the cold. The soccer team had considered me a bit of a wuss for getting cold so easily, but the amount of goals I scored quickly put that to rest. Why did I stay at that college?
For one, the tuition was relatively cheap, and the program I was in was good, but it was mostly the roommate I got that year. It was my sophomore year, and the year before my roommate had been a fat slob. Even if I had been straight, I’m sure I still would have been repulsed. When I found out who my roommate for that year was in August, that threw all thoughts of transferring to a warmer climate out of my mind.
Matt was a football player that I had seen a few times. I didn’t seriously think I could make anything happen between us, but I sure as hell wanted to try. I had broken up with my boyfriend after our senior year in college. I cared for him, but we just weren’t as good a fit as I thought we were at the beginning. I was a little lonely at college. Sure, I had a few little one night stands, but that’s not what I wanted.
The chance to live with a hot jock for a whole year was something I didn’t want to give up, and I wasn’t disappointed on move-in day. When I came into our room on the fourth floor of one of the older dorm buildings, the first thing I saw was his muscled, shirtless back. I must have sat in the entry way for a few seconds, before he turned around, and flashed me a grin, and at the same time revealing his fantastic chest and abs. His face was incredibly attractive, and so was his body. He was a back-up quarterback, if I remembered right, so he was big, but not too big. I liked my guys muscular, but not obscenely huge.
That little moment set the stage for the first part of the year. I quickly found out that he wasn’t a big fan of clothes, and whenever he got the chance, he just wore his boxers around the dorm room, which was more than fine with me. I’m sure he had heard that I was gay, but he never brought the subject up, and was always nice.
Winter came fairly quickly, after a very short autumn. The central heating in our dorm wasn’t great, so he soon started wearing clothes inside. It was okay, until the heat went out completely. That day, I was wearing a coat, scarf, hat, and gloves to keep warm outside, and when I came inside and noticed that it was almost as cold, I almost wanted to cry. That night, I piled all of my blankets on top of me, with my coat, but I was still cold. Matt must have heard my teeth chattering in the dark.
“Are you okay, Gabe?” he asked, after leaning over the side of his bunk He was one of the only people I let shorten my name.
“It’s cold,” I said, quickly.
“Do you want to come up here? It might be a little warmer, since warm air rises,” he suggested. My heart jumped. It wasn’t everyday that I got invited into the bed of a hot jock.
“Sure… thanks,” I said, before I grabbed my blanket, and climbed up with him. He opened the blanket, revealing that he was also just in boxers and a wife-beater. I laid down next to him. The beds weren’t huge, but we managed to fit. “Good night,” I said, as he pulled the blanket over us, and turned off his reading light.
I felt his leg touch mine, and I shuddered a little. I realized that I was in the same bed as a hot jock, and quickly turned over on my side to hide my erection. We stayed like that for a while, before I heard the sheets rustling, and he slipped over to me, and wrapped his arms around me. I didn’t know what to say, so I just let him.
He spooned me for what seemed like an hour, and I made little noises of pleasure, to tell him he was doing a good job, but I didn’t speak. When I woke up, the next morning, he was snuggled into my back, and his strong arms were wrapped around me. I quietly slipped out of his embraced, to go get a shower and breakfast. When I came back, he was gone.
I didn’t see him until after my last class. We were both studying, when I flounced down on my bed to do some reading for a literature class. I couldn’t focus because I was too preoccupied trying to figure out why Matt, a supposedly straight football player, would be spooning me, a gay soccer player. He turned around in his chair to look at me.
“Hey Gabe, can I ask you something?” he asked. I put the book down, and nodded. “Well… the rumor is that you’re gay… Is that true?” he asked.
“Well… yeah,” I said.
“Cool…,” he said, seeming somewhat relieved. “You’re pretty brave to be out, as a jock… I know that you’d have been killed, at my high school.”
“Well, we just don’t talk about it on the team, and I keep my eyes to myself in the locker room,” I explained. He nodded, and went back to work. As we were getting ready for bed, he looked at me a little expectantly. I was glad the heater still hadn’t been fixed.
“So, do you need help keeping warm, again?” he asked. I smiled.
“Sure,” I said, a little suggestively. He pulled his blanket down from his bunk, and laid on mine, patting invitingly at the spot next to him. I laid down, and he pulled the blanket up. This time, he didn’t waste much time, and wrapped himself around me.
“You don’t have a boyfriend, do you?” he asked, as he nuzzled the back of my head. My heart leaped.
“No, I don’t,” I answered, quickly. I liked where this was going. I noticed myself stiffening in anticipation of his next move. He rubbed my chest a little.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked, a little shyly. I turned my head, and smiled at him He kissed me hard, on the lips. I kissed him back as his tongue pressed into my mouth. “Fuck, you’re good,” he whispered.
“Have you ever been with a guy?” I asked, quietly, as he nuzzled the side of my face. He grinned at me.
“A few times,” he admitted. “What about you?”
“A few times,” I responded, with a matching smile. He kissed me, and wrapped his legs around mine. Then, I noticed his cock griding against my ass. I jumped a little. He was huge! “Jesus, how big are you?”
“Nine-and-a-half, on a good day,” he whispered, as he nipped at my ear lobe. I almost choked, thinking of taking him, in either end. I had been with a few guys, but the biggest I had ever had was six. I had a nice-sized cock, but I loved to be topped, not that I would say no if asked to switch places. I already knew that Matt was a man, and all of the guys I had been with were mere boys. “It likes you,” he said, sultrily. “I’ve wanted to fuck that cute soccer boy butt since the first minute I saw you,” he continued, while slowly grinding himself into me. He was practically fucking me through our boxers.
“I’ve wanted to hear you say that since I first saw you shirtless,” I said. I was really getting into him.
“You’re such a hottie,” he said, as he rubbed my chest and stomach. I was proud with the way I looked. I wasn’t as big as he was, but I knew I looked good. I grinned, and pulled the covers off of us, and reached over to turn on the reading light.
“Man, I want you,” I groaned, looking at him. He smiled.
“We’re going to have to do something to stay warm,” he suggested. “Strip for me, babe,” he coaxed. I flashed him a sexy grin, and slowly began to tug my A-Shirt off. I slowly revealed my six-pack, and then my nice pecs. I made sure to go slowly, as punishment for him teasing me, by wearing boxers for all of the last few months. He was practically drooling by the time I threw my shirt onto the floor. “See something you like?” I asked, sweetly.
“Fuck… Hell, yeah. That’s quite a tent you’re pitching,” he said, noticing my boxers. I bit my tongue at him, as I slowly pulled them off, revealing first my trimmed pubes, and then my straining cock. It snapped to attention, after it was released from it’s cotton prison.
“Your turn,” I said, with a grin, as I squeezed my cock a little. It made me so incredibly hot to see such a hot stud so in love with my body. He didn’t waste much time shucking his shirt. I had seen it before, but my jaw still dropped.
He didn’t just have a six-pack; he had an eight-pack with a noticeable canyon down the middle that was incredibly sexy. His pecs were pretty big, and so were his arms, but that wasn’t what I was staring at. His cock was poking out of his boxers, and it really was big. I stroked myself slowly, as he discarded his boxers. I was leaning against the footboard, so I stretched my foot over and rubbed his massive cock.
He surprised me by leaning over, and wrapping his lips around my cock. I moaned, but tried to keep it down to avoid arousing suspicion from the rest of the dorm. He quickly gobbled it all down, like a talented cocksucker. Honestly, I didn’t expect him to do that, because he just didn’t look like the kind of guy, even if he was gay, that would do that for me.
I looked down to see that my cock was all the way down his throat, and his nose was mashed into my brown pubes. I ran my fingers through his dark hair, and looked into his deep brown eyes as he sucked my dick. I moaned softly, and gently face-fucked him for a while, before he pulled off of me. We shared a look, and I saw the lust in his eyes, and I’m sure he saw the same thing in mine.
“Do you want my cock?” he asked, huskily. I nodded enthusiastically.
“God, I’m so hot for you, as I crawled on top of him. I kissed him deeply, as my hands finally explored his ripped front. I kissed down his neck, and chest. He moaned softly as I kissed each one of his ab muscles, until I got to his imposing cock. I licked it hesitantly, and looked up at him. “You’re huge… be gentle,” I said, before I wrapped my lips around it.
I was pretty thick, but he was just as thick, if not thicker. I really wanted to make him feel good, so I kept sliding down his cock. I got six inches of it in with little problem, because of my experience, but it took a little more work. After a few minutes of trying to relax my throat, I finally got it down. I looked up in amazement with myself that I had swallowed all of him.
“Fuck, Gabe, no one’s ever managed to do that, before,” Matt moaned. I grinned around his cock, before he gently moved it in and out as I sucked on it. “You’re such a stud,” he groaned. He let me work on his meat for a while, before he pulled out of my mouth. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I wanted to give it to him.
“You want my tight… little ass?” I asked, as I caressed his chest. He seemed to be having trouble speaking, so he just kissed me, hard. He pushed me over, so I was laying on my back, as he reached up to his bed to grab a tube of lube, and a condom. I smiled, realizing he had planned this whole thing. Looking at his cock, as he ripped the condom wrapper open, I knew that it would be a little difficult; nothing I had had before him even came close to what he had swinging between his legs.
He coaxed me into the doggy-style position, and I knew this was going to be a power fuck. He got on the bed behind me, and I expected to feel his finger at my entrance, but instead he stuck his tongue up my ass. I moaned loudly as he ate out my ass, which was another surprise. I had expected him to dive right in, so to speak. He seemed frantic, and he was only there for a few minutes before coming off, and sticking a few lubricated fingers up my ass, and slathering his dick in lube. Finally, he positioned himself behind me, and put his hands on my hips.
“Are you ready, stud?” he asked.
“Take me,” I commanded.
He applied pressure, and his cock slipped in with a jolt. I almost screamed from the dull pain of entry. It wasn’t as bad as, say, my first time, but he was so huge that it might of well have been. What came out was a mix of a whimper and a yelp. He rubbed my back, but kept going. We both knew I’d get over it, quickly. It didn’t take him long to get all the way inside me.
His cock stretched me in ways I hadn’t ever been stretched before. I moaned as he pulled out, and pushed back into me. His cock grazed my prostate, making me moan a little louder.
“You’re ass is so tight… God, I can’t believe I waited this long,” he groaned, in my ear. I turned my head and kissed him passionately, as he started to develop his rhythm. He stretched over me, as he really started to fuck me. He felt so powerful, and I wanted to completely submit to him. No guy had ever been so dominate over me, and the only real fucks I had received were from bottom boys I had forced to do it.
The sensations were incredible. Every nerve ending in my ass was lit up with pleasure. His breathing was heavy, and I could tell that he was having as much fun as I was. The smells of sweat and both of our pre-come were on the air, and I loved it. He smelled so good to me, at that moment.
I screamed as he slammed in especially hard, and he put his hand over my mouth to muffle it. At that point, he was pounding my ass as hard as he could, and I knew he was about to come. He licked my ear again, making me shudder.
“Oh god, I’m going to come!” he moaned, in my ear, before slamming into me again. I felt him explode inside me, inside the condom. It was like white fire, inside me. All of those sensations, combined with him reaching under me to furiously stroke my cock caused me to shoot all over my chest, and the bed. Both of our knees buckled, and we fell to the bed with a bounce.
“Fuck, that was so hot,” I moaned, as he pulled out, and ripped off the condom. He threw it into the trash can, and quickly got back to where he was. He pulled the blanket back over us, and we spooned in post-orgasmic bliss.
“And you’re not cold anymore, are you?” he asked. I could hear the grin on his voice.
“Nope. Thanks, Matt,” I said, softly.
“No problem, Gabe,” he responded, as he nuzzled the back of my neck.
