Check : Gay Porn Free Galleries and Gay links.
2012 hot sites : Fresh Guys SX, Stag Homme and
really ripped boyfriends!
Hi. My name is Tyler; you may remember me from my part in the Trust and Lust
series. If not you could read up on them, it will give a little bit more of my
back story. This story jumps up about a year from where me and Ben left off.
Here’s what you need to be caught up on. For the rest of our time as roommates
together Ben and I remained close. A few weeks after our escapade we started
rush and ended up rushing the same house together. Sigma Beta Gamma fraternity
was our new brotherhood of choice. The following semester Ben and I went on
spring break together with a couple of our new brothers (a story for another
time). By the end of the year Ben and I had decided to room together once again
in the fraternity house so we could remain “close” without anyone else wondering
too much what was going on behind closed doors.
Coming back from our first summer away, my body had grown almost two inches I
was nearing 5’11” now, the height took away from the added bulk that I once had,
also I had to start running during the summer months to keep of the weight that
bad dieting might have put on. I looked more slender than I was before, because
of the height although I had actually gained 7lbs my weight was up to 158. Over
the summer I had taken a job at American Eagle and looked more like one of there
models than I was embarrassed to admit. My skin was almost a shade of mocha I
had to admit that I had never looked better with a shirt off.
The summer had come and gone faster that I would have liked and I was crazy
anxious on move in day at the frat house. I hadn’t seen Ben in nearly 4 months.
Well at least not in person. We met frequently over the internet and had some
amazing late night web cam sessions, but I was dying to feel him brush against
me, to smell the sweat rise off him after he had worked out and most of all to
taste his cock in my mouth.
I had already been settled in for a full day by the time Ben arrived on
campus. I was sitting on our couch. The same couch from freshman year that we
had had so many great times exploring each others limits with. I was letting my
mind wander thinking about the last time I was with Ben. It was my last day on
campus, Ben had offered me a ride to the airport which I had graciously
accepted. The drive to the airport took almost a complete hour which Ben and I
filled the time with plans for the summer and singing along with the radio.
I remember sitting in the passenger seat not wanting to say goodbye to the
man that I had grown so accustomed to constantly being in my life. I stared
longingly into his eyes, waiting for something to happen. “Ben” I said, not
aware of what was going to come next “I’ve got an idea” I looked down at my feet
then said, “Drive to the back of the visitor’s parking lot… so we can say
goodbye” I slid my hand up his thigh. Ben was wearing his favorite pair of
shorts, they used to be sweat pants until one hot spring day he decided to make
them more suitable for the coming weather. I felt his leg tense up underneath
the pressure I was applying as I drug my hand up his lightly haired thigh to the
edge of his boxer briefs line.
Ben couldn’t hide his smile, he smirked and turned his head to look at me and
then out the window, seeming to give it some thought. My face which still felt
like it was beaming red looked out the window, then clutched the door handle
ready to end the suspense and just leave when Ben dropped his Ford Explorer out
of park and we were winding through the airport traffic till we found a spot. It
was funny at the time it had to look awfully peculiar; we were in the farthest
lot and completely cut off by at least 7 rows of empty parking lanes.
“Thanks man.” I said to him unbuckling my seat belt and making my way to the
back seat to try and make a space for us. The car was filled mostly with my
stuff but there was a hint of Ben hanging around old running shoes that he had
left in the car, a few shirts and pants and a jock strap which I couldn’t seem
to take my eyes off of.
“It was your idea man.” Ben was now straddling the middle counsel with one
leg on the drivers and the other on the passenger seat. He was on his knees of
course. He was beautiful his broad shoulders blocked the incoming rays from the
sun, and there I lay in his shadow. He made the first move, pulling on the back
of his shirt he ripped it over his head.
His silhouetted body I could just make out, the way his toned body curved and
I was anxiously anticipating feeling him inside of me once again. I had come
accustomed to bottoming for Ben over the past school year with him. I never
really questioned it, it was like chemistry we worked well together. Don’t get
me wrong I had jumped at the times when he wanted me to stick it in him but he
definitely knew how to take charge of the situation.
Ben flung his shirt to the side, now it lay where I had set a few moments
ago. Ben looked up at me, just in time to get a face full of his old jock. I lie
there on top of some of my bags laughing out loud just to tease him some more.
He pounced on top of me from the front of the car to the back leaping like a big
cat on top of its prey or something. I turned to one side settling myself for
the blow.
I felt the car rock as Ben’s limbs landing on either side of me. He was still
holding the jock strap in his hand. He slowly lay his body on top of mine, and I
slid underneath his weight so that we were now chest to chest. I could fell ever
breath he took as his body pressed against mine. We began to make out deeply,
each kiss with more passion than the last. This was our last goodbye and each
one of us wanted to out do every other time we had been together.
Ben tugged up at my shirt ends but the shirt wasn’t going anywhere with him
on top of me. I tried to make some wiggle room so that I could get it off but we
were stuck connected at the lips. After a couple of minutes we were both
dripping with sweat and my shirt was really damp now. The windows were down,
really just cracked, and a light cool breeze swept in on us cooling our hot
bodies. Ben rose from over me he held up the jock that I had thrown in his face
just a couple minutes earlier, pulling the elastic band, I waited for him.
I tugged at my belt which was already loose from the friction of Ben’s body,
and Ben wiped it off and quickly went to work on my shorts, tearing them down to
my ankles, then I kicked them off and onto the floor behind the passenger’s seat
and the back row of seats. I was naked from the hips down, my shirt the only
piece of clothing I still had on me. That’s when Ben took the jock and placed it
on my head like a mask. I laughed and wiggled as the waist band on the jock fell
past my ears and the pouch covered part of my cheek and most of the side of my
face. The ass straps cross the top of my head and fell on either side of my left
ear.
I knew better than to try and take it off, not that I even wanted to, I could
smell the old musty sweat rising from the crotch of the jock and my cock jumped
with out me meaning to. I looked at my dick then up at Ben who was quickly on
his way to working my member.
His mouth consumed my mostly flaccid penis, feeling his breathing on my pubes
and one of his hands rest on my balls while the other run under my shirt feeling
me up. I remember thinking I don’t know what I did to desire a friend like this,
but I was crazy thankful for him. Ben was pretty cramped between the front row
seats and the back seats were I was laying, but he made it work. He kept working
my cock until he got me completely hard.
Then he pulled down on his “sweat shorts” and in one swift move his 8 thing
of beauty had arrived and was ready for its solo. I was sort of surprised by
this. Usually Ben took much longer to get his cock in fucking form. I usually
sucked him off and played with his butt hole till I practically had lockjaw and
carpel tunnel before Ben would finally blow into me.
Then I realized we were sort of on a tight schedule, I don’t know what I’d do
if I missed my flight, so I understood that there wasn’t much time for foreplay
and such. Still I couldn’t help wanting to taste his premium cock in my mouth.
Ben’s body was glistening with trickling sweat beading on muscular frame. His
short hair blew in the breeze and he looked down at me through his chilling blue
eyes. I could practically see my own reflection in them.
“Tyler, com’on man I can’t do all the work flip over so I can have a go at
you f’ing hole.” I admit that I had been admiring Ben holding his throbbing cock
in hand as his balls dangled between his spread legs, but I flipped over almost
without knowing, and out a puff of air that was sort of a laugh of relief.
I could feel a gob of spit land on the top of my ass, and shivered as it slid
down my crack, making its way slowly to my hole. I was on all fours now elbows
and knees, trying to stay low to the ground to work with the little head room
that we had. Ben worked the spit around and in my puckering hole. It was silent
where we were and all I could hear was the gasps of air I let out as Ben warmed
me up.
He pushed me forward, now I was careening over a couple of my bags, so that
my shoulders were well over and my knees were spread as far out as the could be
so that Ben could slide on to the seat and mount me. I heard a drop of spit fall
again and looked back to see Ben stroking his man meat with one hand, holding it
at the base with the other. We both were breathing hard now, my mouth was
gapping with anticipation and I could see the excitement in his eyes.
I felt the weight shift around me as Ben made his approach one of his hands,
his right fell on the small of my back and shot chills up me, I quickly melted.
Ben’s tool slide up and down my crack, poking at my whole and I concentrated on
making its entry easy. Ben held on to my hips and forced his way inside of me, I
bit down a bag strap until I could feel all Ben’s cock fill my insides.
“uhhh” I moaned out. Ben bent over me until he was supporting himself with
one arm on my back, his head surely would have hit the roof if he hadn’t. I was
holding up quite a bit of Ben’s weight, but that didn’t bother me. Since his new
position it had made it easier for Ben to reach around and start jerking my own
tool, which had been smacking against the back of the folded seat, which was now
the floor underneath me.
He was fucking me fast and hard, between the deep breaths and the moans of
passion I could hear his strong hips smacking against my tender ass. Thrust
after thrust, ramming as far in as my ass would take him. Until Ben rose to his
feet, his legs bent and a sharp angle and his back even more so pressed against
the roof of the SUV. Still his cock was firmly inserted in my ass and he went
back to work. He had more power behind each pump, now. And I knew it wouldn’t be
long before one of us nutted all over his Explorer. His hands grasp tightly on
my hips raised me up with him, and my whole body hit like a shockwave under
Ben’s powerful fuck. “uhnnn, ahhh…mmmmm…” I called out as he continued his
assalt on my ass, he was letting me have it now.
My cock popped up against my abs with all the jolts making my body quiver
even more. I finally grabbed my dick; it had grown in sensitivity to the point
that I couldn’t take it, and started to slowly slide my hand over it. My ass
closed up as I pushed out load after load of cum out of my dick which fell in a
trail from the bag I had been leaning on to a spot on the ground a couple of
inches from where it was currently leaking from my hand.
Ben had slowed down and eased up a bit while he watched me cum over my
luggage and his car. “Finish me off, will you?” I heard him say from behind me.
I can’t tell you how happy I was, my eyes probably lit up like some kid at
Christmas or something. He slid out of me, and I quickly turned around to suck
my friend off. My head bobbed up and down on his throbbing cock. After a couple
of minutes he pushed my head out of the way, gently. I watched as he worked his
cock fast and hard. He was on his knees once again. His hips jumped and flexed
and he jerked his meat. He was working himself up, then he offered his cock to
me again. I went to work happily, and it wasn’t long before I felt his muscle in
my mouth tighten for the final show. He was deep in my mouth and I held my
breath and felt intense spasm as his cum rolled down my throat.
I was pretty sure we were both satisfied by the way our little venture had
turned out. We kissed again, before looking for our clothes. Ben reached down
and pulled up a pile of clothes. I reached out to accept them, but he sorted
through them. “Here, you can have those back...” he fingered through them,
letting me have my belt and the kakhi shorts I was wearing but he held the
underwear I had worn that day balled up in his first. “But I’m keeping these” I
smiled, mostly because I was confused, then he said “as a sort of forget-me-not”
then I laughed, having nothing else to say.
“well I guess I’m going to have to keep your little mask here” referring to
the jock he had placed around me head and the beginning of all this which now
was more of a necklace because it had fallen around me neck. “Sure thing” was
all he said, and I reached up slid the jock off my neck and around me crotch. It
was by no means a snug fit, but it excited me to be wearing his jock and that
made my cock grow a little bit and that helped keep it filled for most of the
plane flight home.
I was holding my own throbbing cock now, back laying on my couch at school.
The memory was so pleasant, it had gotten me hotter than I was planning, four
months hadn’t moved fast enough now that I thought about it. I was practically
drooling in the aftermath of my remembering that day.
Then I heard the door knob turn, and the world came rushing back to me,
“fuck” I thought to myself. I quickly ripped my hand from under my shorts, I
popped up, sitting up right on the couch waiting to see who was entering, and
tried to look casual. Hoping whoever was entering wouldn’t immediately notice my
ragging hard on that had leaked precum through my boxers and onto the athletic
shorts I was wearing.
New! Free gay sex videos and gay galleries archive!
