NOTES FROM THE AUTHOR: Of course, if you are underage and shouldn't be reading this, don't. If you are of age and like this stuff, please continue. The following story is fiction. Got that? It never happened. It's just for entertainment. If you enjoy the story, and especially if you beat off to it, drop me a line. Share a fantasy or tell a story about your favorite sexual encounter. I love to hear just as much as I love to tell. Sometimes you can find me on gay.com in any one of several chat rooms, so look for me there, too. Peace out. E-mail me at TwinkyTodd@hotmail.com.
It was the Tuesday that started Thanksgiving Break, there weren't a whole lot of people left in the dorms, and even fewer doing laundry. But I fell into that category. I was stuck with absolutely nothing comfortable to wear home the next day. At the end of our floor, there was small laundry room with three machines tucked into a corner. I headed down there to do my emergency load. I was surprised to see the door already open. I went in and saw one of the freshmen from my floor doing two washes. He obviously was a little short on clothes, too, as he was only wearing boxers that were way too tight and of a very thin fabric. Brian turned and grunted a quick hello as I came in, apparently embarrassed by his barely clothed state. From the instant I had seen him earlier that year, I had been attracted to him and lived for the moments I could watch him stroll to the bathroom with his shirt off. But I'd never seen him like this. The thin white cotton was pulled tight around his firm, round cheeks and was riding up his crack. His large cock - about six inches long while it was still soft - and his sperm-heavy balls were outlined clearly against the front, still soft and flopping slightly with his movements. He was from southern Indiana, and was totally the farm-boy type, sweet and wholesome with a well-defined body, without bulging muscles but with a subtle muscularity and firmness to it. He had a soccer player's build with the smooth tight chest and stomach, some arm muscles and sculpted calves. Brian had the skin I had always associated with an Indiana farm boy: very white with a ruddy red tint and an unpolished roughness you don't find on city boys. After hours of contemplating it, I had come to conclude that Brian was gay, or at least had homosexual tendencies. The problem was that he was extremely religious and strongly opposed to homosexuality. I figured I was catching him off-guard here in the laundry room, embarrassed and almost nude. I figured I just might have a shot, so I went for it. I tossed my clothes in the remaining washer and headed for the door. Instead of leaving, I pulled the door shut and locked it. Of course, he turned to see what had just happened. Catching him off guard, I grabbed him around his slim waist and tossed him up so he was sitting on a dryer. Before he could even say a word, I was sucking on his sweet cock through his boxers. I knew I'd guessed right when his dick began growing almost before my lips touched it. Brian didn't say anything, just put his hands in my hair and leaned his head back in ecstasy. I continued to give him the blow job through his boxers, which were now soaked with my spit and practically transparent. His dick was straining against the thin fabric, begging to get out. Finally, he spoke. "Oh, my God! We shouldn't be doing this, Todd!" I didn't say anything just darted my tongue along his glans, silencing his protest for the moment. I reached up and grasped the waistband of his boxers, struggling to get them off. He reached down and helped me, sliding the underwear down toward his ankles and exposing his long shaft. I immediately went down on it as far as I could, only about half way down the nine-inch rod. I swirled the head around in my mouth and massaged his balls with my hands. He started rubbing his hands through my hair and moaning. Pulling back for a second, I sucked each of his big, almost hairless nuts into my mouth before returning to his throbbing cock. Diving up and down several times, Brian was ready to spurt, and he told me so.
"Todd! Oh, shit, Todd, Todd, I'm gonna blow." I didn't back off any, and soon he was shooting gob after gob of hot cum into my mouth and throat. He kept shooting and shooting for what seemed like five minutes. For the first time I spoke, "Jesus, that's a lot of cum. Don't you beat off or anything, Brian?" >From the look on his face it was clear that he didn't jerk off, and I suddenly realized this was his first sexual encounter. Just then the dryer beneath him buzzed, startling him and causing him to jump. I laughed and smiled. "Why don't you grab your laundry and come back to my room?" "I don't know..." he started to protest. "C'mon, you've got to admit that it felt good. Didn't it?"
"Yeah, it sure did, Todd," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "Well there's lots of other things that feel even better that we can do." "I don't know..." "C'mon, God hasn't smited you yet, has he?" "No, I guess not."
"Brian, you're the hottest guy I've seen in a long time, and I've been waiting for a long time to be able to do what we just did. At least come back to my room so we can talk about it." "OK, we can at least do that," he said. Picking up his boxers, there was still a large wet spot on the front of them. "You might want to grab something else out of that load to wear," I said. He dug around in the dryer, his cute little ass shaking toward me as he did so. He came out with another pair of the same boxers, also way too tight and shimmied into them. We walked back toward my room together, pausing for him to drop off the load in his room. Pushing Brian onto the bed and straddling him, I asked, "You don't really want to talk more, do you?" He didn't say anything, but his dick twitched and started growing again. "I'll take that as an answer," I said and started kissing Brian. At first he was unresponsive, but then his mouth responded, and we made out for a few minutes, him passively lying under me, and me caressing his bare body underneath me. Pinching his nipples, I pulled back from the kiss. "Brian, I need you to trust me. I want to fuck you." I could see the fear in his eyes. "Don't worry, stud, it feels good. Trust me. I'm gonna have you suck on my dick real good and get it nice and wet so it will go in easy. Get slobber all over the place. Then I'm going to push into you nice and easy. You can look right into my eyes the whole time. I'm not going to lie to you; it's going to hurt for a few minutes. But then you'll get used to it, and it will feel good like you can't imagine. Are you OK with that?" Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes, but he nodded OK. "If it ever hurts so bad that you can't take it, tell me and I'll slow up, OK?" Again he nodded. I lined my cock up with his tight virgin pucker and slowly applied pressure, the cockhead slipping in and Brian yelping...
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