Cram Session

Finals were approaching again, and you know how much
serious cramming that meant. I took my books and went to that
park just across from the music building, because, you know
that’s where all the guys pick each other up. Even though
the park was teeming with testosterone, I wasn’t looking for
action. I needed to hit the books. I know what you’re
thinking. Why was I even there? Hell, I don’t know. Habit,
I guess.

Despite my good intentions, I was getting horny. I mean,
can you blame me? Everywhere I look some gorgeous stud was
flaunting his basket. How could I concentrate when I was
surrounded by so many beautiful, young men? I guess I should
have found some where else to study, but I couldn’t talk
myself into leaving. You know how it is when you’re horny;
sometimes common—sense just takes a hike.

I noticed this cute blond sitting on the ground with his
back against that big elm next to the fountain. He couldn’t
have been more than eighteen or nineteen, but man was he hot.
He looked up at me as I sat down in the grass across from
him. You should have seen his eyes. He had the most
captivating blue eyes I’ve ever seen. I smiled and nodded
politely. He acknowledged my greeting with a killer smile
that set my balls to aching.

He was wearing a t-shirt that had been cut off just
below his pecs, and running shorts, the short, silky kind
with the roomy legs. His knees were drawn up and held
together to form a prop for the book he was reading.

Shit man, I’m telling you, curiosity had me in a fucking
stranglehold. Lust was driving me to familiarize myself with
every intimate detail of this guy.

I was trying to be discrete, but I had a feeling he knew
I was checking him out. Man, I couldn’t help myself. It
wasn’t my fault he was so damn cute. I was dying to have a
peek inside those silky shorts.

He looked up and caught me staring. I admit, I was a
little embarrassed, but I made not attempt to conceal the
bulge extending down the inseam of my right leg. After
taking brief notice of my elongated cock, he smiled and went
back to reading his book. This guy was really busting my
chops. Yeah, he was cute, but I’m not exactly chopped liver.
His signals were mixed, and hard to read. Was he shy, or
just an arrogant asshole?

A shiver went up my spine as his knees slowly parted.
This subtle repositioning of his long, down covered legs shed
a promising new light on the situation. Oh hell yes! I
could see right up inside his shorts. My eyes nearly popped
out of my skull when I realized he wasn’t wearing any
underwear. Nothing was left to the imagination.

With an impish grin he again looked up from his book.
Christ, he had a magnificent pair of huge, satiny balls, and
a slender, uncut cock that made my mouth water. Right before
my eyes his cock began to swell.

Without shame, or reservation, I watched as hardness
filled the shaft of his beautiful organ. Bit by bit the
lengthy overlap of foreskin was devoured by his escalating
state of arousal. Being circumcised, I’d always been
fascinated with foreskin.

I like sucking dicks of all sizes. But sometimes I have
a difficult time swallowing the bigger ones. Fully aroused,
this guy’s slender cock was only about five inches long,
which, in my book, made it the perfect size for sucking.

A hungry drool pooled at the corners of my mouth as the
creamy texture of his fiery-pink cockhead presented itself.
I wanted that plump, cock-knob in my mouth so bad I could
almost taste it.

“My name’s Paul,” he said, reaching down, dabbing at his
shimmering pisshole with his fingers. Like a seething sponge the
head of his cock surrendered a shimmering drop of gooey
ejaculate, which he smeared between his thumb and forefinger.

“I’m, Tom.” He extended his hand, the same one he’d
been using to tease his cock. His fingers were still sticky
with precum. I can’t tell you what a pleasure it was shaking
his hand. “You’ve got a really nice cock there.”

He smiled coyly, tucking his stiff cock back inside his
shorts. “Yeah, you really think so?” You could see he was
nervous as hell about having his dick out. I mean, we were
in a public park. “Maybe you would like to go some place
where you can have a closer look?”

All right, this was more like it. Now things were
getting interesting. “Yeah, as a matter of fact, I would.”

His smile went from coy to mischievous. “My roommate’s
spending the night with a friend. We could go to my
apartment.”

Enough said. I was immediately on my feet. “Sounds
perfect.” I couldn’t wait to get this guy alone.

I held out my arm offering Paul a hand up. A rash of
goose bumps swept over my arms and thighs as he took my hand
in his. My nipples instantly stiffened. In my pants, my
pisshole was swimming in a pool of pre—cum. Oh God, I wanted
this guy bad.

After arriving at Paul’s apartment, he offered me a
glass of chilled wine. I sipped the wine and admired the
decor. I wasn’t surprised by the apartment’s chic
furnishings. Paul was the type of guy you could just look at
and tell he had class.

My heart raced as I watched Paul peel off his t-shirt.
“Am I moving too fast for you?” He asked, wiggling out of his
shorts. All I could do was shake my head. Fully attired
Paul possessed an alluring sex—appeal. In the buff he was
staggering. The sight of his naked flesh plunged me into a
lustful trance. He affected me in ways that surpassed mere
words. Staring mutely, I just stood there, admiring his
manly beauty.

I trembled as Paul came toward me. “Do you still think
I have a nice cock?”

“Oh God, yes. You’ve got a beautiful cock.” I couldn’t
take my eyes off his semi-rigid organ. Every thing about
this guy was beautiful. Every segment of his exquisite body;
arms, legs, torso, buttocks, cock, all harmonized to form the
perfect physique. His skin was smooth and firm. His
movements graceful. He seemed more like an image out a
fantasy than flesh and blood.

Seductively Paul stroked the side of my face with the
back of his hand, and my temples began to sweat. “There’s no
need to be shy,” he said. “Please, feel free to make
yourself more comfortable.”

No further coaxing was required. I was out of my cloths
in a flash. My swollen, seven inch rod bobbed up and down
ruttishly as Paul’s eyes wandered wantonly over my body.
His gaze was intensely hot. I could almost feel the desire
radiating from his eyes.

“Umm, nice,” Paul mumbled softly. He sat down his glass
of wine and dropped to the floor on all fours. Like a
prowling cat, he crawled toward me. I shivered as he licked
my feet and ankles. Nuzzling my knee, he looked up at my
rigid prick and big, hairy balls. “What would you like to do
first?”

I’ve got to tell you, at this point I was feeling like a
little boy who had just been set free in a candy store. I
descended to my knees and stuck my cock in Paul’s handsome
face. “Take my dick in your mouth and tongue the jelly from
my pisshole.”