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Based on a true story
Brandon made all the other guys in his dorm jealous. Some were jealous of his eyes, the kind of blue that usually only reflects off tropical waters. Some were jealous of his abs, which were so defined that they cast shadows into the crevasses between each muscle. Some were jealous of his smile, the way that his grin flashed just the right amount of his white teeth to leave the girls intrigued for more. And for those of us who happened to see him in the shower, we were jealous of his package, with balls that hung like swollen chestnuts beneath his 9 inch dick.
Brandon was from Texas, recruited to play baseball. He was almost unusual as I was ordinary, the seventh member of my family to attend this small college in the Northeast. I had known I was gay for years, but I was athletic so nobody ever would have guessed. I'd had plenty of sex before I left high school, but college was something different. It was away from my parents, where the only person I had to worry about was my roommate, and he spent most of his time away from our dorm.
I had eyed Brandon since the day we arrived on campus. He was on my floor, but down at the end of the hallway. My room was positioned exactly in between the two bathrooms in our wing, so naturally I went to the one that was directly across from Brandon's room. I thought Brandon was straight. All I wanted was to catch a glimpse of his naked body to aid in my jerk off fantasies. Little did I know that I would get much more.
I have always liked to shave my body, in order: my pecs, my treasure trail, my pubes, my balls, and my ass. As I was finishing removing the last hairs from around my pink hole, I heard someone enter the room. He got into the shower next to me, though, so I didn't get to see who it was. When I stepped out to inspect my body in the mirror, I saw in the reflection that someone was peeking out the curtain at me. It was Brandon. I stared back, and our eyes locked in the mirror. He drew back the curtain just enough to reveal his dick -- soft, but hanging halfway to his knees. He raised his eyebrows and nodded for me to join him.
I walked over and closed the curtain behind us. The moment I entered, he grabbed my dick and stuck his tongue in my mouth. Then he noticed that I had shaved whole body, because his finger traced down my dick, around my balls, between my legs, and up to the top of my buttcrack, pausing to examine my hole. I had begun working his pecs with my mouth, running my tongue along his hard muscle and playing with his nipples between my teeth.
But Brandon had a different plan. He spun me around and, using some soap as lube, stuck one of his fingers inside my ass. My fantasy, which I thought would have remained just that, was about to come true. He stuck two fingers in me, and then three. I could tell that he was getting hard because I felt his dick creeping up the back of my thigh. Finally he took his fingers out and covered his dick in soap. He put his hand over the top of my mouth and, in one quick motion, thrust himself inside me. The pain was intense, but it was brief. Brandon was so big that he still had several inches left to get inside me. I bent my knees and lowered myself until I could feel his trimmed pubes against my buttocks.
I guess Brandon's parents must have had a ranch back in Texas, because he started riding me like a horse. His thrusts were powerful and deep, so that his balls would fly forward and rub up against mine. Because his dick was so big, he could pull out quite a ways before jamming his member all the way back in. It was painful, but it was also the best sex I'd ever had. He had one arm wrapped around my waist, and he was practically picking up my body with each thrust. It wasn't long until the mere rubbing of his dick against my prostate was enough to make me cum.
A giant load flew from the tip of my dick onto the wall, and I could feel my sphincter contracting wildly around Brandon's rod. This must have gotten him off too, because he started groaning and I felt the warm sensation of cum inside me. His thrusting slowed, but he remained inside, and my sphincter kept contracting around him. Finally, he removed himself, spun me around, and gave me another deep kiss. He shut off the water. "Same time tomorrow?" he asked.
"Sure, see you then."