(This story is part fiction and part fantasy. It is intended for mature audiences so, if that ain't you, scram!)
The Electric Fan
His name was Greg and I met him the beginning of my freshman year of college. We were both attending the university on atheletic scholarships, he for soccer and me for football, and we wound up being roomates. The atheletes started school a few weeks before the rest of the students in order to get our orientation out of the way and get a jump on practice. Most of the dorms weren't ready to be opened so we jocks were stuck in some of the oldests dormatories on the campus temporarily, until the official start of the semester when we'd be assigned to our permanent rooms. Greg and I wound up sharing this tiny room in the attic of McDonald Hall, barely the size of a walk-in closet. To reach it was four flights of stairs, then through a heavy oak door and down a long, thin corridor to a narrow flight of steep steps that ended on the threshold of our room. There was no other door, just the opening to the stairs, and it faced directly out the dormer window. At either side of the room were small closets and the room itself was furnished with two small beds, two desks, two lamps, etc. It was the third week of August and the old dorm wasn't air conditioned so it was unbearably hot in that cubby hole but, somehow, it seemed wonderful all the same.
Greg arrived after I did, well into the evening hours. He appeared at the top of the stairs clad only in a pair of tight athletic shorts and his sneakers, loaded down with his suitcases and stuff. He took my breath away! He was shortter than me at 5 foot eight. A beautiful Italian boy with dark olive skin and way more upper body development than you see on your average soccer head. He had dark brown eyes and long black hair that continued to all the right places of his body. There was a smattering of it nestled between his massive pecs and twin forests of it occupied his arm pits. A thin trail of it traversed the rolling hills of his abs into that tight pair of shorts only to burst into glorious view again as a generous covering to his powerful legs. His face was graced with a heavy shadow that I guessed he shaved twice a day and a beautiful smile of the whitest teeth. He was gorgeous and I made up my mind on the spot that I would bed this hot stud, somehow.
I quickly helped him stow his gear and led him to the university watering hole where we spent the night drinking and getting to know one another. By the time we returned to our room (now christened "The Oven") we were fast friends. That night befored we turned in we made plans to acquire an electric fan. That wasn't the only plan that began forming in my mind.
Four days passed. We had acquired the fan and had positioned it on the windowsill to blow the cool evening air on us in the night. In order to accomplish this the fan had to be set to swing back and forth, meaning that it only blew on you part of the time. You'd get a cooling gust of air but then you'd swelter until the relief swung back in your direction. Still, it was better than nothing and we could only afford one fan. Greg and I returned that evening at about the same time. We'd been hanging out with our respective teammates, building those bonds that make good teams. I watched him as he stripped his sweaty clothes from that hot body and decided that tonight i'd make my move. It was time for phase one of my plan.
"I'm gonna take a cold shower and then get in front of the fan!", I announced.
Greg agreed that that would be a good idea and followed my lead. When we returned to the room I suggested that if we both pushed our beds together in the center of the room then we'd be able to feel the fan all the time. Greg thought that this was a marvelous idea and we slid our cots to the center of the floor and locked the fan in place so it would blow on them constantly. Things were coming together for me nicely!
Then Greg came up with a suggestion that blew me away!
"you know," he said, "it'd feel great to just lay here without my shorts on. D'ya mind?"
I couldn't believe my ears. This was fantastic!
"Mind?", I said, "I'm gonna join you!"
With that we stripped off our towels and jumped into bed. Greg assumed a spread eagle position and sighed out loud, commenting that it did indeed feel great. His magnificent body was now within arm's reach and it's proximity to mine had the effect I intended. My cock began to stiffen and grow until it reached it's full glory!! eight plus inches of thick throbbing manmeat!
"You think it feels good for you? Check this out!" I declared drawing his attention to my mighty boner.
Greg's eyes widened as he took in my magnificence and I proudly pushed it forward to better display it's length.
"Wow!", he exclaimed, "You've sure got a big dick!"
I glanced anxiously towards my companion's crotch. Sure enough his cock was growing, pushing out and upward until it rested on his belly, fully extended. My mind began to race! He was nearly as big as I was, much thicker and uncircumsized! I felt triumphant! I knew that he was mine! I couldn't wait to get my hands on that hot italian cock but I had to play it cool for now.
"Damn, Greg, I think yours is bigger than mine", I told him.
"No way", he retorted.
This was it, the moment of truth. We'd gone as far as we could go and still pretend to be innocent of what was going on. I knew my next move would either take us both to ecstasy or break our newfound friendship.
I smiled casually and reached over to his lap, wrapping my hand around his solid groin rocket. It was as hard as steel!
"Naw yours feels way bigger than mine, man."
Greg looked at me and smiled that beautiful smile. "No way", he said again and grabbed my prick. You feel bigger to me."
Jackpot!
Slowly we began jackin each others cocks in unison. Greg looked at me and I him.
"Looks like we got a circle jerk.", he whispered. I agreed. Greg lay his head back on his pillows and began to let himself yield to the pleasure I was bringing him. I was revealing in this hot stud's meat! It literally filled my hand to my finertips. Where some of the other big cocks I'd encountered seemed to stay semi-soft his was as hard as a rock! It rose proud and tall from a thick dark mat of the blackest hair. I'd never had an uncircumsized cock before and so I spent several minutes just playing with the foreskin, first sheathing, then unsheathing his rigid member. Soon Greg began moaning and jackin my dick much harder and I knew it was time to take us to the next level!
Without warning I pulled out of his grip and plunged my mouth over his throbbing meat! Greg let out a gasp of surprise and grabbed my head with both hands. At first he tried to half-heartedly push my head away, but when I started the suction works he responded by pushing in the other direction! Up and down his steely shaft I swooped, bathing it in spit. Greg was moaning loudly now and whispering my name softly!! I'd done it! This stud was all mine! I sucked his manly balls into my mouth. It sent him into orbit! So my little Italian stud likes his balls played with? I wondered what else he liked. Finally Greg gripped my head in ernest and began to piston his fantastic cock into my mouth. That was my cue.
I pulled away again and straddled his broad chest positioning my aching prick in his face.
"You're turn to suck me!", I announced.
As turned on as I knew he was Greg still seemed a little hesitant.
"Suck me off and I'll let you fuck my ass.", I offered. (Little did he know his sweet bubble ass was gonna be ridin my eight incher soon!) He smiled and immediately took my hot dick in his mouth and began to suck it devotedly. I propped his head up with our pillows so he could service me with ease and delightedly watched as my engorged member entered and exited his handsome face at a rapid pace. This was my time and I abandoned myself to it completely now.
Greg was a surprisingly accomplished cocksucker and it crossed my lust-fevered mind that he was probably no stranger to manly love, just like 80% of the other jocks I knew. He teased my piss slit with his tongue and then swirled it around and around my bulbous head. To my delight my nuts received special attention. He licked, kissed and sucked them both and even tried unsucessfully to get them in his mouth at the same time. Finally he returned to my cock and really got down to business, sucking as hard as he could while I thrust it frantically into his hot mouth. "I'm coming!" I gasped as the first jets rocked the back of his throat. Wouldn't you know Greg just held on and took my steamy load, swallowing every drop.
I fell back on the beds, spent from my blowjob.
"Now it's my turn!" Greg leered and positioned himself on top of me with his dick in my face.
"Get me hard!", he commanded.
I slipped his now soft prick back into my mouth and began to nurse it back to it's former glory. Meanwhile, he busied himself with my ass. While I licked and sucked that uncut prize he was spitting on my asshole and working it in with his fingers. First one, then two, then three found it's way into my pleasure canal and it became apparent that Greg wasn't going to be satisfied until my asscrack and touchhole were soaked! As for me, the twin pleasures of sucking a hot cock and getting my ass probed already had my spent dick stirring and I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd be ready to give my little stud round two.
Finally Greg was satisfied that my ass was ready for his penetration. I had his cock as hard as ever so he pulled it from my mouth and positioned himself at my asshole, throwing my legs over his shoulders.
"Here it comes stud", he growled as he placed his dripping head at my pucker and then plunged his rock hard member deep inside! Now it was my turn to gasp! Even with the assplay my guts just weren't prepared to take this steely ramrod's brutal assault! I was groaning loudly as my athletic lover pushed my knees to my chest and began to plow my overstretched sphincter in a frantic quest to achieve the orgasm I'd denied him earlier. What a man! As my tortured butt slowly began to acclimate itself to it's new role as fuckhole I moved my hand over his arms and chest, feeling the soft hair and skin that covered rockhard sinew and muscle, muscle rendered that way by countless hours of practice and competition.
By now our fan's meager breeze wasn't enough to cool off our burning bodies and Greg was sweating profusely. Sweat dripped from his nose and matted hair forming little pools on my own well-formed chest and stomach. I scooped the sweat up and combined it with the spit i was using to frantically pound my own newly hard prick. I was high now, completely lost to my own lust for this Italian ramrod that was pounding away at my ass with wild abandon, lost in our moans and grunts and dirty talk.
"You like it when I pound your ass with this dick, don't ya?"
"Ohhhh yeahhhh..", i moaned.
"You'll always give it up for me, won't ya?"
"uunnhhh hhuunnnhh"
Finally Greg hissed "Oh man, this is it!"
"Greg," I called, "Pull out! I wanna see you come, man!"
He obliged me and pulled his pulsing pole from my burning ass. Jacking his meat at a frantic pace, he shot 6 massive wads of cum, grunting loudly as they erupted. I caught as much of it as I could in my hands although a good amount of it hit my face and chest. Gregg fell back onto the beds, gasping for breath. That's when I made my final move. Lubing my own hot cock with his spunk I grabbed his ankles and spread his legs above his chest. By the time he knew what was happening I had my jizz-slick pole sunk to the short hairs in his sweet little ass!
That was a brutal fuck! At first he tried to resist me but I shifted myself so my cock was pressuring his prostate and soon he had his legs wrapped around my waist, moaning low and gutteral, my prisoner! I rolled us over on one side so I could hunch over slightly and afford myself access to that manly chest and magnificently hairy pits. I was slow fucking him, using long, deep, punishing strokes as I sucked the sweat from under his arms. This drove him wild! Buried between our bellies, his revived cock shot load after sweet steamy load! The cum mingled with our spit and sweat as I neared completion. Then my sweet Italian jock grabbed my face and began to passionately kiss my open mouth! I never thought I'd get this stud to do that!! The feel of his manly stubble pressed against my face pushed all the right buttons and I began to fill his hairy ass with my nuts' sweet cargo! I'll bet they heard me all over McDonald Hall that night!!
Greg and I fucked twice more after that and it was always a hot and wild time. We lost track of each other after the semester began but I'll bet he still remembers those nights and our electric fan!