- Prince delivers, Zach's first time
I woke up first, the sun hitting my eyes. Tom was lying on his back next to me, stretched out naked and handsome. For a while I just took him in -- his shiny black hair tousled and boyish, his abs rising and falling, the fine black hair on his chest. My eyes traveled down the path they made to his bush where they disappeared in the silky tangle of his crotch hair, tipped by sun so it glistened round his magnificent cock, relaxed and nestled in his curly black nest.
I stroked it ever so lightly, teasing his pucker, slipping onto his thigh and then under to his cock, to his two plums, now recovered and ready for another round, or so I hoped. As I stroked, he murmured and began to hum. He kept his eyes closed, raised his arms above his head, revealing the moist black hairs and the flesh of his pits slightly darker than the rest of him except for the shaft of his cock, which began to stir as he stretched. I stroked down the tightening skin, and he said without opening his eyes, "Hmmm, buddy, that's some good morning." Slowly he opened his eyes and the sun caught his baby blues and deepened and darkened them to jewels.
"What time is it anyway?" I checked the alarm.
"Looks like quarter after twelve."
He sat up, "Oh, shit, I'm gonna be late for lab."
"But you just had lab yesterday."
"Yeah, but I split so I have to make it up today or I won't graduate."
He arched over me, his soft cock grazing my chest, and grabbed his jeans from the floor. "Damn, where are my briefs?"
"I've got `em right here."
"Hand `em over, you clepto."
"Nope, you don't want them. They're mine now anyway. They're smelly and crusty, I can smell your cum and mine and they're my souvenir for when you're gone and I'm stuck with a hard-on and no help."
"Have it your way, turkey, I'll go without. Nobody I care about in lab anyway." As he pulled on his jeans I watched him tuck his cock and balls into the stretch denim, pull back his beautiful butt and zip up.
"Careful with our family jewels there, I've got plans." He pulled on his tee and his sneaks and was at the door.
"Back about five. And don't jack off while I'm gone. Save up for me," and he was off.
`You bet,' I said to myself as the door closed. I realized I was still clutching his whities, took in a deep breath of macho Tom, now really funky and nasty. I couldn't really tell the difference between his cum and mine, but what did that matter? We were one.
I looked at the clock. I'd better get some lunch and then hit the books, there was a hellova lot of Chinese history to get through before tomorrow.
I wiped my precum with his briefs, kissed us both in the crunchy pouch, took another whiff, tucked them under my pillow, got dressed and went to lunch.
When I got back, I cracked the Chinese history text, a hundred twenty five bucks used at the college book store, and jumped into the first empire. Wow, two chapters in, I encountered the ceramic Chinese warriors, a whole picture spread of the excavation site where they still stood or knelt, life size, all the faces unique, ramrod straight, in formation ready to protect their dead emperor. My mind wandered from the pictures and the text. What was their life like, did they have families, did the emperor provide them with comfort women -- and how many of them were gay -- maybe ten percent, maybe fourteen -- comfort men? -- no footnotes about that -- must have been at least that many, an array of tops and bottoms, all fierce fuckers, macho, masculine warriors -- maybe the kneeling archers sucked cock in the dark -- their right hands were curled around what would have been a spear, could have held my cock and jacked me in the dark -- wasted potential for centuries, but then, who knew except the guys close by in the trench and maybe they would have joined in or just watched. My cock began to rise, I started to stroke and my shaft grew warm in my palm.
Then I remembered what Tom said as he rushed out the door, 'Don't jack off, I want you.' I checked the time, four thirty. He'll be back in half an hour,' I thought. How can I get him to switch, get him to fuck me?'
The thought no sooner struck me than the door opened and Tom walked in. "Damn, that physics stuff sure bites my ass. Me and equations just don't mix." He flopped down on his bed. "I need a nap or a beer --"
Or something,' I thought. Then there was a polite two knuckle knock on the door. Who the hell is that' I wondered. None of the guys on the floor ever bothered to knock.
"Well, answer it, man, I'm bushed."
I opened the door and there was a tall coffee colored dude looking a little apologetic. My mind did a quick scan of his impressive body, lingered a moment on the long curved bulge on the inside of his left leg. Hmm' I thought, hung.' He looked a little confused as if I wasn't who he expected.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, but have I found the right room? Is Tom here? I'm Prince and he left his manual in the lab, so I thought I'd rescue it for him. He'll never be ready for next week without it."
Before I could answer, I felt Tom come up behind me. "Thanks man. I really appreciate it. Without the manual I'll never graduate." Prince handed it to him. "What's your name again?"
"Prince, among others. You are Tom, I presume. I'm pleased to do it. And the name of your friend here?"
"Oh yeah, his name is Zach."
"Among others," I said, to break the awkward moment.
Prince smiled politely. "I see, and that's a shortened form of __?"
"Zachariah, but that's only on my birth certificate and my social security card."
"Of course. Well, a pleasure to meet you, Zach in your shortened form. Tom, if you want a little help, I'm the TA in the regular lab session. As I recall, you bolted yesterday looking unwell."
"Yeah, well, I'm better now. And thanks."
"My pleasure. Just let me know. I'm always around, I'm on one," and Prince walked down the hall, leaving us both a little stunned.
"Damn, that's a tall dude," Tom said, "and check out how his ass rotates. Love those ethnic butts."
"Must have a lot of Maasai blood in him," I said.
"And a long cock in tight pants to match." I looked at Tom and he sniggered. "Come off it, you want it too. I'll bet he signs party invitations `Tall, black and hung'."
"Dirty minded country racist. All I see is elegance. Maybe he's a real prince."
"Yeah, right, but that shlong sure must scare the hell out of American chicks," and we both fell out laughing. "Or maybe, he only invites guys."
"Tom, you can't be gay in Tanzania. They'd cut you up."
"Too bad, there goes the foreskin. Looove that foreskin." We both fell out again. "Where is Tanzania anyway?" We both recovered. "Maybe he's my answer to passing physics."
"Whoa, remember I'm your main squeeze."
"You bet, boy," and he hugged me to him, so I could feel the heat of his body all along my chest and down into my cock.
"Did you mean what you said on your way to lab?"
"No, what did I say?" His eyes had that funny look.
"You bastard, you know damn well."
"Oh, yeah -- well, what was it again."
"Damn, you are one mean dude. Stop playing with me."
"Can't," and he reached for my crotch. "Let's lay down and you can remind me." He picked me up, dropped me on his bed, and began rubbing his bundle against mine. Hope sprang up in me along with my cock, straining against my Jockeys, just like the last time. He let me push him off, I straddled him, undid his belt, and pulled down his jeans. "Hey, you got no underwear on. Didn't our mama teach you better? What if you had to go to the hospital?"
"Somebody stole my good briefs. I think he ate `em."
A sudden dark thought hit me, "No briefs -- were you cruising in that lab?"
"Swear to god I wasn't, but I would of if I'd seen Prince."
"Shut up you liar, you never miss a thing," and I kissed him hard on the mouth. We locked lips and fought tongues. His mouth was so sweet, I wanted to eat him, but more than that, I wanted him to eat me -- and more. A pang of jealousy said `Fuck me, Tom, not him. Fuck me, do it now.'
"No more funnies. I know what you want, so do you want it missionary or doggie style? Like tame or deep?" He was gonna do it! My heart and my cock leaped.
"Can you do both?" I winked. "I need to try before I can decide which I like better."
"What did you imagine when you were jacking off in my whities?"
"Doggie first, then finish missionary. I wanna feel you spurt inside me and see your eyes when you do."
"Deal. You're gonna love it `cause I'm one good fucker. Everyone under me says so."
"Prove it, big dick."
"Turn over. Belly to the bed, boy."
"Yessir. This is my first, sir, so go easy on me."
"We don't go easy here, boy. Hard fuckin' every time." He pulled off my jeans and my jockeys. My cock jumped straight. "Now flip." He sounded gruff, almost mad.
I flipped and buried my nose in his sheets. His smell sent my cock hard into the mattress under me, and I could feel him straddling me, then spreading my cheeks. A shiver of fear and delight, hope, anticipation, and god knows what else went through me. Tom sounded different, his voice gruff, stiff like his cock, no romance or tender loving like I'd always imagined.
He spit in my crack and I felt the saliva run down to my bud. Then I felt his knuckle rotate my hole and he reamed in. No one had ever touched me like that before and I loved it. Then he slipped in a finger, no lube so it hurt, then quickly a second and a third, searching for my prostate. When he found it he sent shock waves of pleasure, writhing pleasure to my brain where fireworks began to go off. I was so ready to be primed and fucked that whatever fear I felt had vanished. All I knew was that this gorgeous hunk was about to enter me and send me through the roof and give me what I wanted so bad I could burst.
"Here I come, boy, my meat is at your hole and I'm comin' in and it's gonna hurt and you're gonna fight me but that won't do no good cause fighting makes me fuck harder, I'm gonna send you to heaven and you're gonna love lovin'."
I felt the hot mushroom of his crown press into my hole, I gasped at the pain, I clutched him just under the rim of the head, and he pushed past my ring -- a bigger pain -- he was so thick --and he was in me -- a hot shaft pulsing as I closed around him, I lusted to keep him in me -- this is what I wanted for years, hugged his hot rod till I felt him press against my prostate, a better place than he found with his finger, like a magic trigger. The feeling was so new I didn't have words for it. "Oh Tom, yes, more more -- whooee, stop, no go -- oh god!
He began to pump me, push in, pull back, push farther, then farther, each stroke of his cock grazing my prostate till he was in up to the hilt, and I felt his balls bounce against my ass. The combination of all these feelings set me bucking so when I bucked and he fucked, his rod got deeper and deeper inside me and the feelings swelled in my head as the blood swelled in my cock and my balls began to tighten against my shaft and leak precum on his sheets.
"Yes, yes, Tom, fuck me, fuck me harder and deeper, but don't cum. I wanna see your face when you cum and I want us to cum together." He pulled out so quickly that I gasped as the cool air hit my hole. The cool was sudden peppermint on raw flesh.
"Turn over, I'm freezing." I did and he entered me again with one strong thrust as if he was seeking something special and looking into my eyes as he did. "You got one hot ass, boy, you hold me so tight, I think I'm gonna come."
"Wait for me. Fuck me more but hold off. You're closer than I am." He sped up his thrusts and my senses went crazy -- the smell of his funky pits, the slap of my precum between our chests, his fierce blue eyes boring into me like his cock bore into my ass and the surge beginning in my thighs, moving up into my balls, up the shaft of my cock spasm by spasm, "Yeah, cum now Tom, come now, send me over the top."
His eyes flared, his body arched, his thighs trembled, "Arggh, I'm spurting, I'm cumming, oh god, so hot, come with me, come now, boy, come now!"
That was all I needed and I came three, four, five times -- then six, then seven -- oh yes, yes, yes!" As I shot my juice on his chest and he came with me, I could feel his cum shots hit the walls of my ass -- three four, five spurts, then more until he stopped and collapsed on me.
I was spent, he was spent, and we lay there in his sheets, my precum under us, my main shots thick and slimy between us, like one being with two backs. I opened and he slipped a cum coated finger past my tongue toward my throat. The taste of my own cum rose in my nose as a second finger coated with cum entered my mouth, the cum that leaked from my ass -- Tom's cum, and the mix of our two explosions summoned the memory of his crusty briefs where our two essences met and merged the way we just had -- cock in ass, tongues in mouth, cum everywhere, bliss in our brains.
His head was buried in my neck and he bit me hard. "Make me a hickey, lover, make me two." He bit me again and I wanted him to break the skin, for him to taste my blood as he tasted my cum. But he was kind.
"I can't do that, buddy, no band aid, and you don't want to advertise at dinner."
I did, I did want to advertise. See, see what my lover gave me, guess how hot he was and how he filled my ass with that huge shaft pulsing, spasming his hot juice on the dark inner walls of me, see how he's leaking out of me -- I was more than a little crazy.
Long pause as his abs relaxed on my chest. "So, you liked your first fuck?"
"Like is not the word. I had no idea -- I waited years for that and now, you can fuck me every time you see me. I'll never get enough."
"Damn Zach, no one's ever said that to me before. My first time was a downer. I'm jealous."
"I'll make it up to you, if I can measure up to you. You set the bar pretty high. You are some fucker, lover, and someday I want you to tell me whose voice that is that comes out of you when you're on the brink and why you call me boy."
Pause. "Someday I'll tell you, maybe."