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-=[ Which Room? ]=-
I picked the morning paper off the hall desk as part of my daily ritual
and headed for the kitchen for a morning cup of coffee. Upon opening it
I was surprised by a photo of Trace Duncan. We had gone to college
together several years ago and I had the pleasure of having shared the
same dorm. His name was actually Tracey, but decided Trace sounded more
grown-up and more fitting for a political career.
I recall the first time I saw him wandering down the stairs of Bramley
Hall, I nearly dropped my books. His six-foot three inch frame was
topped off by shiny black hair and blue eyes that captured my soul from
the first time I stared deeply into them. He had a swimmer's build with
wide shoulders that tapered down to a 30 inch waist. I would watch his
firm ass, held taut by his CK briefs, as he headed down the hall to
the bath. He appeared to be totally unaware of the fact I was
mesmerized by his physique. Sometimes he would pause and say "good
morning" or "how's it going." Unfortunately I was barely able to answer
as my concentration was transfixed upon his body, mainly his crouch.
Finally, after observing his schedule closely, Occasionally I was
privileged to enter the shower at the same time. Nervously I would eye
him through side vision as he soaped between his thighs and tugged on
his long slender tool. He appeared to know I was watching and always
put on a show, running his massive hands across his chest and down his
taunt stomach. His shower scene always left me horny and in need of a
relief.
I must have beat off every day that semester, thinking of Trace and how
good his body would feel next to mine and how I so desperately wanted
him to plunge his cock up my ass till I felt his wiry pubes. We spoke
casually and sometimes I played along with him as he bragged about all
the girls he had the previous night, but I never got up the nerve to
proposition him.
Second semester I got a job at a Convenient Mart and most of my time
was spent there, in class and in the library. Since we shared no
classes and he was not the studious type, Trace slowly slipped out of
my life for a while. The next time I saw him it was during a long
week-end when most everyone had gone home, but I had remained behind to
work. Trace showed up at the store to get some gas, before heading out.
"Hi ya Sean, so this is where you've been keeping yourself." Trace
smiled as I tried hard to not cream my jeans.
"Yeah, gotta make a few bucks" I replied, too nervous to speak
intelligently. Another customer asked me a question and when I turned
back around Trace was gone, all I could see were his taillights as his
Camaro pulled out of the lot.
The night passed slowly as the regulars came and went, but few students,
so there was really no one to talk to. I was happy when eleven o'clock
finally came and I headed back to the dorm, rest at last!
I made no attempt to keep the noise down as the heavy metal door slammed
shut, there was no one much to bother tonight anyway. I quickly
undressed, wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for the showers.
It would be nice to use all the hot water I wanted. I ran my hands
through my blond hair and across my pecs, lightly pinching my nipples.
I could feel a sudden stir in my cock as I aroused my sexual desires.
Trace's face came into view as I worked up a lather, massaging my balls
and cock, occasionally slipping a finger inside my virgin ass. I was
getting myself aroused and my cock had reached mammoth proportions when
I head the door open. Someone began to piss; there was a flush, some
water ran and the door slammed shut again.
I looked down to realize my cock had deflated, I quickly rinsed off,
wrapped my towel around me and headed back toward my room to get some
sleep. I entered the room, dropping my towel, and reached for a pair of
shorts off the chest when I noticed someone in bed. My God, I'm in the
wrong room, and decided to bolt but bumped into the bed causing the
occupant to stir and look up.
"Sorry,...wrong room," I stammered, feeling more than a little
embarrassed. I knew I was tired, but I had wandered into the wrong
room, boy, I've got to start getting more sleep.
"Come here!" the voice called, "lets see whatcha got there."
With his words I realized once again I was stark naked and grabbed for
the towel on the floor, but he got to it first. He sat up straight in
bed, the room was illuminated only by light filtered in from the
parking lot, but his face looked familiar and the voice too. His arms
reached out and hooked around my thigh, pulling me toward him and I
offered little residence.
The thought of this guy's warm mouth sliding up and down my hard cock
got me even more excited and the adrenaline began pumping. I caught him
staring at my half-erect cock and went in for the kill, bringing his
mouth into direct contact and muttered through a childish grin, "Sean,
you're about to get the blow job of you life."
Sean?, he knew my name, my God, it was Trace, the moment I had waited
for and here it was. It appeared Trace was as excited with the prospect
as I myself was as I moved closed to the edge of the bed. I dropped to
my knees in front of each him as his mouth engulfed my swollen cock.
His unshaven face rubbed against my inner thigh as he worked his way up
to throbbing cock that responded anxiously with the warmth of his
mouth. My cock was not all that big, probably only six inches, but my
balls were huge which gave the illusion of a big basket. I've always
been real popular in "pick-up" situations because my would-be dates
think they are getting a monster dick. Trace didn't seem to care about
the size as he closed his mouth around the mushroom head and gently
slid his warmth down over it then pulled off and playfully ran his
tongue across its eye as I grabbed the sheets with my left hand to hang
on. He continued to take the length of my cock into his mouth;
engulfing it in moist warmth until my pubic hair brushed lightly
against his upper lip. One hand kneaded my balls as the other cupped my
ass, raising it to meet his every slurp. His tongue wrapped around my
veiny cock pulling and coaxing it to the point of submission. I turned
my body to face him head on and ran my right hand across his chest as
my left hand found its way down to his crotch area. It was a massive
piece, my fingers slowly closed around its girth, feeling each smooth,
flawless inch. It was just as I had remembered it, spending countless
hours in the shower gawking, wishing I could have him and now I am
about to.
It had been a long time since I had experienced sex so it wouldn't take
me long to expel my load. He too must have felt the explosion coming
and began to pump my cock harder as his mouth slid faster and faster,
up and down, up and down until finally I yelled out, "I'm gonna shoot!"
and felt my thigh muscles tighten. Trace removed his mouth, I guess he
wasn't quite ready for eating cum, but continued stroking my well-lubed
cock till it shot its first geyser of white cream onto his face and
hair. Trace lowered his head and sucked the last few drops from my
deflating cock as I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close.
"Your turn now, " I spoke as I slid my body into the bed beside him and
moving down his body feeling his hard cock as it pressed against my
stomach and chest. I stopping with the tip of his cock just touching my
lips. I stuck my tongue out to lap up the droplets of precum that clung
to it and then opened up to accept the entire, smooth length as he
gently slid it in; allowing me time to savor every inch. I wrapped my
tongue around its pointed head and drew it into my mouth and out again
as his hips moved with the rhythm and his hand moved down to ready my
ass. He playfully ran his finger around my anal opening slowly getting
closer and closer, driving my puckered hole insane. My ass was pretty
well lubricated from sweating during our first session so it was quite
easy for Trace to slip a finger inside and move it slowly in circles to
loosen me up. I was getting hotter by the minute and wanting his cock
up my ass more than I had ever wanted any cock. I placed my hands on
his thighs and pushed him backward to free his cock from my mouth and
flipped him onto his back allowing his cock to jut straight into the
air, reminding me of a utility pole as it stood erect among a patch of
black curly hair. I raised myself with my arms and slowly lowered my
ass onto his waiting meat, inching more and more of it inside until I
had all seven glorious inches buried inside my ass. I raised my body
until the head was nearly exposed and lowered again causing Trace to
let out sighs of pleasure I had never assisted anyone in experiencing.
I worked my hole around in semi-circles acting as a corkscrew effect on
his cock, driving him to new plateaus of ecstasy.
"Ride my pole, ram it up your ass!" he yelled, grabbing me and pulling
my chest down to his and wrapping both arms around me tightly,
penetrating me with long, slow strokes. His hips raised and lowered as
he tried to drive his cock deeper into my chute, the feel was great,
just to have Trace's massive arms wrapped around me as we sweated
together, but then he surprised me by kissing me, not just a peck, but
our lips locked and tongues probed which seemed to make him even
hotter. Streams of sweat ran down both our backs as Trace rammed my ass
with his pole and my own cock was coming to life again as it rubbed
against his pubs. His long strokes had been replaced by swift, short
ones as I felt his muscles contract and his balls tighten.
He removed his mouth from mine just in time to mutter, "oh shit I'm
coming,.... I'm shooting up your hot ass."
And with that he did! I could feel the warm cream deep into my bowels as
he continued to pump and shot two more well-deserved loads until my ass
could hold no more and the excess spilled onto the sheets.
He pulled out and immediately grabbed my swollen cock and began jerking
it as I arched my back raising my hips into the air. It didn't take
more than five minutes of whipping my meat until it was ready to boil
with another load. Trace arched his head back as I shot my best load of
the evening across his chest and stomach.
As cum ran in tiny rivers off his chest, Trace flashed a smile and said,
"bet you'll check the room number next time!"
"I'll make sure it's your room!" We both smiled and collapsed into a
heap, falling asleep on the tiny bed.
I read the article about Trace Duncan, the newly elected city Alterman,
as I sipped my morning coffee reliving the whole dorm-room incident
over again. Beneath my bathrobe my cock began to stir to life at the
mere thought of Trace's hot mouth and seductive ass. I made plans to
attend the city council meeting that evening although I wasn't too
familiar with City Hall. What's the worst thing that could happen, I
wander into the wrong room.
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