The most thrilling night of my life, Part VI

We quickly dried off and wrapped our towels around us. By now there was no doubt we both knew what was going to happen just as soon as we walked in my room and closed the door.

And sure enough no sooner did we exit the shower room, walked up the hall to my room, closed the door when we instantly embraced and began making-out. Kissing him felt so damn good! I never realized just how much I missed being intimate with a hot juicy man. Immediately our towels grew full tents as he rubbed his hands all over my back and I rubbed mine all over his.

When our lips parted Allen informed me he had been wanting to introduce himself because he thought I was so damn cute, but also thought I was straight. I smiled as I looked up at him and replied that I thought he was really cute, but straight too since he was wearing a wedding ring.

He smiled and replied, “Well, I am married. But every so often I like to fool around with a guy. My wife knows I am somewhat of a bisexual so she understands these feeling I get every so often. We don’t have any children, so she doesn’t worry about it.”

Moreover he was sure his wife would understand him fooling around with me given he had been away from her for over five weeks now. His explanation kind of neutralized the guilt I had over Steve for I was sure he would be understanding too. I mean after all, I was living in Houston now and he was up in Chicago. And in my mind just because I was about to have sex with someone else didn’t mean that I didn’t love Steve like Allen loved his wife.

It wasn’t but a few seconds later after he made the comment when he removed my towel. I did likewise and removed his. He wrapped his hand around my cock and I quickly wrapped mine around his. Then he said, “Collin, I can’t get over how adorable you really are--you are just precious and so very sweet too.”

And while I had heard those kind of comments all my life, still, I just smiled cause I didn’t know how to reply to his very flattering comment.

About ten seconds after we both began to stroke each other’s cocks, I could no longer resist wanting to suck his. It was a beautiful eight and a half inches long, thick and crowned with a darling almost pink like cockhead. I immediately dropped to my knees, wrapped my hands around his ass and took his cock into my mouth while I gently squeezed his buns. The instant I did, he let out a soft moan and exclaimed, “Oh God Collin, this feels so good, you know that?”

Of course I couldn’t respond to his kind comment for I was too busy sucking my heart out. In my mind there was something so endearing and special about sucking a hot juicy man off especially while on my knees. It gave me such a sense of power and control I guess.

After a moment or so, I could sense he wanted to relax and enjoy the wonderful gift I was treating him to. So I quickly let him sit down on my bed with his legs spread wide and I got back down on my knees in between them. Immediately I went back to work on his tool increasing my pace with every stroke. And just like Trent had done, he lovingly began to stroke his fingers all through my hair while he watched my young teenage lips slid up & down his massive shaft.

A few minutes later, I could feel his body twitch while he took a deep breath and held it. Just as he exhaled a few moments later, he warned me that he was about to cum. But of course I wanted to taste him, so not only did I ignore his warning, I sucked him even harder and faster. All of a sudden I tasted delicious droplets of his manhood squirt into my mouth followed by four large waves of jism. Of course I swallowed every drop and even licked the top of his cockhead to make sure I got every trickle of his wonderful male nectar into my mouth.

As he labored to catch his breath, I left my lips solidly locked on his cockhead until he ultimately went soft. Finally he took a deep breath and exclaimed, “Oh Collin, that was sensational--much better than any woman has ever given me,” as he stroked his fingers all through my hair once more.

I looked up at him with his cock still in my mouth and then released my lips. As he remained sitting on the bed, he gently helped me to my feet. He wrapped his hands around my ass and squeezed my buns about five times almost exactly like Trent had first done to me. He grabbed my cock and toyed with it for a moment before taking it into his mouth. I had never received a blow job standing up before, but I sure did like it.

Allen then paused for a moment and licked his finger. He reached around and stuck it up my ass while he went back to sucking me off. The protrusion into my hole felt great! I hadn’t had anything stuck up my bum in nearly six weeks. I was feeling so good from the multiple sensations that I placed my hand on his head and stroked my fingers through his hair like he had just done to me.

It wasn’t but about two minutes later when I could feel myself want to cum. Slowly I moaned out in sheer joy, “Allen, I’m go to cum” as I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck. I wasn’t sure if he was a swallower or not so I thought it was only fair to warn him. But just like me, he didn’t dare back his lips off and sucked me even harder. I held my nuts for as long as I could and finally released them. The instant they popped, a sea of my jism flooded his mouth.

When I finally calmed, Allen pulled me down on my bed with him. We quickly cuddled up as he laid flat on his back while I turned on my side and rested my head on his right shoulder. Just as we began to talk, I rubbed my hand all over his sexy chest and nipples for I couldn’t resist his body. Even though the two of us were laying on a small semi-uncomfortable twin bed, it definitely made our cuddling session seem all that more intimate.

No sooner did he ask me how long I had been fooling around with guys, when I told him about my first gay experience with Trent on our family vacation to Disneyworld some two years before. And like every time I had told the story, Allen thought that was by far the most thrilling gay encounter he ever heard, especially since it was my first time.

Of course one thing led to another. So I also told him all about my first boyfriend, Dean later that same summer after I got back from Disneyworld and the brief fling I had for about two months with Ian before he went back to England. Then, I told him about all about Steve, how he was my vice-principle and that I had actually fallen in love with him before we ever had sex.

One thing for sure. Allen was quite impressed with the fact that I liked men instead of guys around my age. When he asked why I hadn’t fooled around with a young college student like myself, I told him all about Tuffy and how he and I had sex together at the two golf outings up in Lake Geneva, WI. But then I added that at the end of the day, guys like Tuffy just couldn’t satisfy me the way men did.

I added, “I knew the instant I first put my hand on Trent’s penis that night I really liked older guys. And besides, I much prefer hanging out with men anyway”.

Allen then said, “Yah, I know what you mean, Collin. I don’t blame you. You have to feel comfortable with whoever you’re with. And if men float your boat, then so be it”.

With that I quickly rolled on top of him and immediately we made-out. By now I wanted him to fuck me in the worst way. So when our lips parted, I looked him deep in his eyes and whispered in his ear as if someone else was in the room, “Allen, I want to fuck, is that OK with you?”

Allen looked up at me, smiled and said, “You do, do you?”

I simply smiled back and replied, “Well, yah, why not?”

Allen asked as he took a deep breath and gave me a darling smile, “Do you have any KY?”

I replied, “Nope, but I do have some Peach Ecstasy; how’s that?” (I had purchased it when Jim and I went to a gay book store two weeks before).

Allen replied, “That’ll work, You’re really prepared aren’t you?”

I replied quite humbly and with a smile, “Well yea, of course I am.”

Without rolling off his body, I managed to reach over into my night-stand drawer and pulled the small bottle out. He calmly took it from me, opened it, reached around holding the bottle in his hand and squeezed a healthy portion of the stuff into my crack while I remained laying on top of him. Soon as he handed the bottle back, he fingered a gob of the stuff up into my hole while I went back to frenching him at the same time. A few moments later , I parted our lips, poured some lotion all over my hand, reached down and stroked the stuff all over his cock.

Instinctively we both knew exactly what to do next. I rolled over on my back while Allen got up on his knees and lifted my legs over his broad shoulders. I grabbed his cock and carefully inserted it into my crack until I felt it touch my opening. I looked up at him and exclaimed, “Go ahead Allen, stick it in my me.”

He gave me a slight smile and nudged his hips forward slightly until I felt his cockhead
penetrate my opening. While it hurt a little at first, I didn’t care. I hadn’t had intercourse in a month and couldn’t wait for Allen to fuck me with that hot cock of his. As he slowly worked his erection into my hole, he could tell just my facial expression that I really loved every second of it. I even exclaimed at one point as I looked up into his eyes, “Ohhhhh Allen! You feel so good, you know that?”.

He in turn looked deep into my eyes and replied. “I know it feels good, I can’t believe how good this feels, Collin. I’m so glad we’re doing this.”

I moaned out as I closed my eyes, “Ohhhh yeaaaa, me too, me too.”

One thing I liked about Allen right from the start. He loved to slow fuck! He wasn’t in any hurry to cum up my ass and somehow knew that I wanted to delight in every single inch of his hot juicy cock. He would slowly pump me a few times, then thrust his hips all the way forward ensuring that he got every millimeter of his shaft deep inside my body. After a moment or so, he would slowly slide his cock about three quarters of the way out and then repeat the motion all over again. At first, it almost seemed like a deeply religious experience. And I made it obvious to him by my fervent facial expressions that I was loving every single second of our hot fuck session.

After almost ten minutes, he finally began to go faster and faster taking long pauses between breaths. His face turned almost red for he wanted to cum so bad. He had gotten me so hot and horny at that point, I reached for my cock and beat my meat. This really excited the hell out of Allen and he exclaimed, “Oh yea, you cum Collin, I want to see you cum all over yourself.”

Listening to the crackling sound the lotion made as Allen’s cock slide in and out of my hole was enough to make me cum. All of a sudden, I too held my breath until I could feel myself want to explode. By now both our faces were a bright red for we were only minutes away from orgasm. Just about the time I exploded all over myself, Allen rammed his cock in me as far as he could and erupted like a volcano. We both let out long sighs as his cum filled my body and my cum shot all over my stomach and chest. We had both climaxed almost at exactly the same time.

While we laid there and tried to clam, suddenly I exclaimed cause I couldn’t help it,
“ God, that felt so good”.

As Allen tried to catch his breath he replied, “I know it did, I know it did--much, much better than with my wife”.

Once our bodies composed and he pulled his cock out of me, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulled him as close to me as I possibly could and forced my tongue into his mouth while I wrapped my legs around that beautiful ass of his. I wanted to give Allen a deep wet kiss for such a fantastic performance.

After that night, Allen and I got together at least twice a week for the remainder of the semester until he went back to Montana. He convinced his roommate that I was a student he met in the recreation room downstairs and asked if he wouldn’t mind tutoring me cause I was struggling in my science class. On our final night together, Allen even came over and stayed with me. He slept with his cock in me practically the whole night while we laid on our sides cuddled together.

Just before he left my room the next morning on his way back to Montana, he gave me one final big wet kiss as tears streamed down both our eyes. He said, “Thanks for everything, Collin. You know I will never forget you. I hope you and Steve stay together and who knows--maybe one day you will come up to Montana and visit me and my wife-- you have my number and address so call anytime.”

Somehow I had a feeling that our paths would cross again one day.

Just as Allen closed the door behind him, an extraordinary feeling came over me. It was voice coming not from my head, but from my heart telling me that I needed to find Trent again one day.