“Nice. Like a secret tree fort!” I said, instantly liking the room.
“Thanks. I knew you would get it. Beer?” he said, bent over a small dorm fridge. ” I have Amstel, or Amstel, or perhaps some….Amstel?” he clowned.
“Great, thanks. I think I will have the Amstel.” laughing. I kicked back in the leather chair, gulping the coldness from the bottle. Anders pulled up the desk chair, close, and gulped his beer, finger tips on my denim covered thigh. We were were quiet that way for awhile.
“I wanna fuck you Trav. It is almost all I can think of.” he said low and clear.
“Yeah. Yeah, Anders, I ah, want it too….kinda’ rough…kinda’ rape-y. Bareback with Vaseline. Hold me down; make it hurt; hand around my throat. Is that weird for you?” I laid it out.
“It is all good Travis. It is fuckin’ hot that you would actually ask me for what you actually want. You can ask for me for anything, got it?” he said, low, evenly, normalizing my dark desire with his calm words. We both leaned forward into a rough horny kiss; I relaxed and let him dominate and he was into it.
I stood up to get naked for him; he stopped me at boxers and slouchy white crew socks and leaned his face into my crotch, inhaling. My rowdy 7.5″ cut blond cock emerged from the fly and he took me is his mouth, going deep, holding, his broad pink tongue curving into nearly a tube around my shaft. Tongue curved, he started to suck, and it was heaven. Where to they teach this stuff in Culver, Indiana?
He had tugged my boxers roughly lower and grabbed my tight little swimmer’s ass in his big wrestler/farm boy hands, pushing me deeper into his mouth. His tongue was out over his lower lip and he licked the tip on my balls on the down stroke. “Unnnnhhh!” was all I could say. Dude had skills. “Whoa, baby, don’t make cum!” I pulled back, a streamer of his spit going from my pink shiny glans to his lips, evidence of his dicksucking. “Get naked for me. I wanna see all of you.” I rasped.
He stood. Off came the fleece, showing the rug of thick dark blond fur, from collarbone to waistband. He put his hands behind his head, showing the easy massing of splendid biceps and thick untrimmed pit fur. His beer can girthy 7″ tented the sweatpants, precum had soaked thru in one wet spot. Tugging down the sweats released his cock. and it jutted forward, foreskin back from the fearsome head. His beefy ass, covered with blond fur, slung left and right as he pulled the sweats off at his ankles.
He stepped forward between my spread legs, offering himself. I sat back, touching my cock. “Suck it!” he demanded, and I did. The thickness was a lot, but I went deep, using his curled tongue move on him. He threw his head back and groaned. I worked the foreskin over his dickhead with lips and tongue. He groaned again, and I tasted his sweet precum. He put both hands behind my head, held me still and started pumping my mouth, slow at first, letting me relax into it, then faster and harder, grunting, fucking my mouth, “Fucking take my dick, slut! Gag on it, bitch!” His hands moved in my brushy blond buzz cut, using me as his suck boy, forcing my service.
He slowed and pulled out. going to the mini fridge for two more Amstels, an intermission to extend our intensity. He started to chug his bottle and I joined, we finished our bottles in a single frat boy chug. I looked up at him, “I wanna be your slut boy. I wanna be your on-call cum rag for whenever you are horny.”
“Yeah? Cool. You say the sweetest things. You wanna lick my ass slut boy? Yeah? You do!” He turned around and bent from the waist, grabbing his ankles. “Get in there, Trav, fuckin’ lick me!”
I rubbbed two days worth of blond stubble on his muscular glutes, unexpected, making him moan and shiver. I reached up and touched his full balls, his hard meaty cock, then I spread his jock ass for the view. Tight pink hole, like a Morning Glory, almost engulfed by more thick blond fur. I flicked his boy hole with the tip of tongue, then going in for broad licking laps. the hairs around his spot plastered down wet with my spit. He moaned and bucked, pushing back against my skilled tongue, he tasted like cooper, smelled like the first raindrops hitting hot dry summer pavement. Damn.
He stood, turned and fucked my mouth some more, grunting, moaning. He pulled out, “Go bend over the bed, shoulders down, ass up.” I complied, he stood behind me, looking, appraising. “Damn Travis. You are beautiful.” He touched my hole lightly with two dry fingers, while lubing his horny girth with the Vaseline in my limited sightline from the flannel comforter. He bent down and dove his face into my ass, liking in broad strokes, inhaling my scent, eager, prepping his boy to get fucked.
Two thick fingers were now greasing my hole. He held his ample dickhead against my asshole, letting me relax. The gate swung open and I was in the zone. “Fuck me hard, yeah, use me! Make it hurt!” He went went balls deep in one warlike thrust and held there. The pain was sudden, exquisite, my cries muffled in the bedding.
“Shut the fuck up and take in like a man!” he demanded, both hands tight on my hips, to keep me from pulling away, then one big hand on my nape, holding my head and shoulders down. I let go and surrendered to his power, squirming to get more of his thick dick inside me. He pounded my ass hard and deep, his workman digger fuck style, his whole body working to throw a fuck. Holding me down hard by my shoulders he went into full primal rut and unloaded inside me, “Uh Uh Uh Uhnnnh!”, using me for his male relief. Damn.
I stayed still, letting him fetch around from his epic fuck, savoring being so richly taken by this beefy college wrestler, my power coming from giving him service and relief. He cleaned us up with a towel, “fuck-damn and holy shit, baby!”
He knew I had not cum yet, and he flipped me over and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed, spread my knees and went down on my hard pink dick His gentle sucking almost a request for redemption from his primal violence of earlier. I put one hand in the tangled mane of strawberry blond hair, seeing his head go up and down on my cocl, hearing his sounds of hot wet suck. He touched my balls and I shot, hard, fast, deep, my own grunts far away, hearing him gulping and groaning with my jizz. “UnnnnH! FUCK!” He nursed me with his mouth, savoring my moment, his HS crush on the swim team redeemed with my cock and load.
He reared back and gave a huge wonderous shit eating grin, wiping his his mouth with the back of his fist. “Beer???”
“Fuck yeah!” He came back to the bed, two open beers, a drool of post cum hanging from his still stiff dick, I leaned forward and tongued up the semen drool, then took him lightly into my mouth in hopes of more. Yum.
“Damn Trav, you drained me already!” he clowned. “Was the fuck too much? You did ask for some rough….” he looked down, suddenly bashful.
“You were perfect. I needed that.”
“Yeah? You like that? Maybe you can fuck me next time.” he said in earnest.
” I would like that. Very much. Whenever you want.” I went in and kissed him, gentle affection, gratitude.