Hooked on Simon

It was a late Friday late afternoon after a hectic academic week at college which was crowned by a vigorous basket-ball game. The fiery red sun was almost touching the horizon when we walked up from the basket-ball court to the college locker-rooms. We walked side-by –side with Simon whom I had admired since the day he came to the college when I was a sophomore.

We had lingered at the court as I endeavored to hold back this young man savoring every moment I spent with him at such close quarters. The few minutes we spent chatting at the court while the other boys had already left for the shower rooms would lead to a long awaited break-through.

Over the four years I had been with him Simon had transformed into a dark-skinned, lean and tall young man. He had well accentuated eyes in a well-shaped face. He had thick black eye-brows and lashes that perfected his looks. He had a narrow waist which could not have been longer than 32” He had a flat-bottom and I had heard that this kind of anatomy was always compensated on the anterior side.

Simon was a charming fellow, gifted in music and good at basket-ball. Being gay I couldn’t help to admire and ogle him whenever an opportunity arose. I used to steal an opportunity to have some brief but intimate contacts with him during the basket-ball games. These opportunities were more frequent when we were placed on opposing sides when I would deliberately choose to mark him in preference to all others.

Now and then, as we vied for the ball, I would brush the back of my hand on his crotch knowing that he would always think it was accidental. I didn’t want him to suspect my feelings about him because I was still a closeted gay and I definitely feared to come out.

gay sex was prohibited at the college though certainly I had heard of rumors of some students who indulged themselves in the act. However in spite of my cravings I was still too timid to try it out on top of picking on someone whose sexual preferences I was not sure about.

Hence I kept on indulging myself in sexual fantasies with guys for whom I craved. Simon was number one.

At times I was tempted to think he was gay because I observed him as a guy who really liked to befriend handsome college students with boyish looks. I endeavored to spy on him thinking I would one day catch him red-handed. I had an idea of blackmailing him into sex in case I got lucky.

In the locker-room I made sure that I was standing in the right place as he stripped to his briefs. Just looking at the bulge under that small garment and his hairy belly and chest turned me on and fed my fantasies about him.

Hence on that particular Friday I was looking forward to those few moments I would indulge myself in the locker-room. As we walked up the steps to the landing near the main entrance to the locker-room I didn’t know that soon there would be a break in all the painful waiting and longing for an erotic fling with this young man.

We went to the locker-room and prepared to enter the separate stalls to have our shower. By the time we two guys entered the locker-rooms most of the guys were through with showering and were moving out.

As we showered I heard a familiar sound that obviously came from Simon’s stall since we were all by ourselves other boys having left. I had watched a lot X-rated movies and I could tell the sound Simon was making was that of a person jerking off. The feeling of being alone in the stalls with Simon had already aroused me. However these noises he was making heightened my arousal a notch higher.

I showered quickly and put on my spare brief and boxer and moved out of the stall heading directly to Simon’s stall pausing at his door. He had heard my footsteps and made a pause in his jerking off.

“Simon,” I called. My excitement was reflected in my broken voice.

“Yes,” he answered. I wondered whether he was surprised or simply knew what I was up to.

“Simon,” I called again knocking softly on the door. My mind had already wandered ahead of me, drawing mental picture of the lovely dark-skinned guy in the nude just behind the door.

He opened his door slightly. He had not locked the door.

I decided to go for it. I entered his stall while fingering my swollen crotch. I received no resistance and this surprised me.

On the other hand Simon didn’t show any surprise to my invasion of his privacy. Simon was stark naked and his physique was simply marvelous and aroused me profoundly. He just faced me squarely; a mixture of fear and excitement evident on his face which now looked extra handsome.

We stared briefly at each other as if each one was waiting the other’s next move. What Simon did next took me by surprise. He got hold of the top of my boxer and brief and yanked both down to my knees. He squatted and took my dick into his mouth. His oral orifice was quite warm and slippery.

I pushed my crotch back and forth fucking his mouth as gently as I could control my heightening passion. As I fucked him he stroked his long and slender cut dick. My fantasies were being realized at this moment.

After fucking his face for a while he got up.

“Bottom or top?” he asked.

“Bottom,” I replied.

“ I am versatile,” he said.

“Suits me right,” I said while turning and facing the door. I was now stark naked.

I heard some splashing of water and looked down to see Simon smearing his perfect and straight rod with some lather. I knew this was it.

“ I am going to give it to you dear,” he said in a low manly voice.

“Spear me darling. I want a load of your cum inside my ass,” I said eagerly.

“ I always give what people want from me,” he said with some touch of arrogance which surprisingly aroused me even further.

I bent forward a bit to show him the way as he attacked my ass with a passion I had never known before.

“Push it right in. I want to feel it in my stomach,” I urged him on.

“You got it,” he replied with some finality. He placed the glans of his shaft against my ass and immediately started entering me.

Soon his head was struggling with my anal sphincter. In a moment it had gone through and I could feel the entire length of his dick inside of me, his hot pulsating rod massaging my prostate. He pumped me several times before withdrawing his dick suddenly and turning me around to face me.

“Darling this is wonderful” he purred erotically.

“You are fulfilling all my fantasies right now,” I crooned back.

Soon he put his mouth on mine and greedily sucked on my lips and tongue. He then used his tongue to explore my mouth. We smooched for almost three minutes before he lifted my left leg. I was quite small compared to him so he could manipulate me easily.

He then skillfully eased his dick between my ass cheeks spearing me almost in one stroke and then pumped me endlessly while stroking my dick until I felt his hot sperm squirting into my rec. He had a load of cum I could not anticipate from a lad who had just turned twenty two the previous week.

As soon as he unloaded his semen inside my rec my groins exploded unleashing spasmodic streams of cum on his belly, chest and chin.

“Let’s tide up before it gets too late,” he advised. He soaked a small towel in warm water, raised my right leg and mopped the cleft between my cheeks tenderly and thoroughly. I did the same to his dick which was gradually loosing its turgidity.

Still stack naked we hugged and kissed briefly before dressing quickly and rushing out of the shower block while making that last-minute re-programming of the weekend to fit in some more blissful sessions.

“I am thinking about how I would convince dad and Mom to let us have the beach house to ourselves tomorrow or Sunday,” he said, seemingly figuring out how he would go about this.

“That would be fantastic darling,” I said romantically.

In the end we had had a grant of a Saturday overnight stay at the beach house where Simon took me to the moon and back. It was simply as fantastic as I had imagined it would be. My lust for him has never subsided ever since. He really likes fucking my ass too.