It Was Not To Be 4

"What girl would I ever want to show this too, and what girl wouldn't be completely turned off?" I argued.

"Oh, poor Sam. Poor Sam. I wish I could do something for you."

"Well you can't." I said angrily.

"Do you mind if I touch it?" he asked me.

"No. That's okay. You can touch it if you want," I sniffled.

He reached out his hand and began circling my little penis which was growing harder and harder, and then cradling my little testicles in his palm.

"It's nice," he told me.

"For a doll," I said.

"I think it's pretty. I wondered why you always hid yourself when you changed clothes. Now I know. You'll never have to hide from me again."

Then I started to cry again. He put his arms around me and hugged me to his chest, and then I put my arms around him and held him. My dearest friend.

"Maybe I can do something for you," he told me.

"Like what?" I asked.

"You wrote that Economics paper for me and got me an A. I really owe you."

"You don't owe me anything," I protested.

"I just was thinking it would be nice if you could get sucked off. If you can't fuck, at least someone could suck you."

"Yeah, who?"

"I'll do it for you," he told me.

"You don't have to do that," I told him. "Isn't that taking gratitude to an extreme?"

"Let me do it for you, buddy. It's no big deal. I wouldn't mind at all. I want you to know what it feels like to come inside a hot warm nest."

I really did want to know what that would feel like, so after a few more half-hearted protests, I semi-reluctantly agreed. I got undressed and lay down on my bed, and my handsome strong heavy-cocked roommate crawled between my thighs. He stroked me with the most exquisite tenderness. Just having him stroke me like that would almost have been enough. I was sighing and moaning, and raising my hips off the mattress. Finally he lowered his head and scooped me in. All of me. Cock and balls. All. Everything was in his mouth and he was just running his tongue over every micrometer of my genitalia. I clutched onto the sheet and sighed. "Yes. Yes," I screamed. "Oh, Kevin. Thank you."

Then he let my balls slip out of his mouth and he closed his mouth around my stiff little stick and drew on it as if he were sipping an ice cream soda through a straw, and my god! I never even dreamed there could be feelings like this in this world. Oh my god!

"I'm cominnnnnngggg," I cried. He sucked it all out of me into his mouth and held me until I started to soften. Then he reached for the tissue box on the bed table, pulled out a tissue and spit my seed into it.

"Don't mind sucking it out," he said. "But don't want to swallow it. Nasty stuff."

I didn't care. What Kevin had done for me, no one ever in the whole world had done for anyone ever before in such an unselfish act of friendship.

"Thank you, Kevin," I told him. "That was great. That was so great."

"See. Your life doesn't have to be lonely and empty," he told me.

"Yeah," I said. But really who else would I ever have the nerve to show this to? I wouldn't even want to expose my shame to the lowest prostitute.

It didn't happen again. It was obvious that Kevin had done me a wonderful favor, but it was not to become a nightly happening. If only...

Then one night, Kevin got back to the room around 9 p.m. which was when the men had to leave the freshman women's dorms.

"Fuck," he cursed, and kicked the leg of his desk. Hard.

"What is it?" I asked.

"She's having her period and we couldn't fuck, and she wouldn't even suck me off. I've got fucking blue balls. I need to fuck a hot hole in the worst way."

"Oh, gee," I said.

"Look at this," he complained, and dropped his lower garments, and there was that big penis that I envied him for, except now it was stiff and red and throbbing. There was even a little sticky precum oozing out of the slit. I was fascinated with it. That beautiful penis. So stiff. So hard. So masculine. So everything. And his big heavy hairy beautiful balls swinging there."

"It's so beautiful," I told him. "You don't know how much I wish this were mine. You don't know how lucky you are, even if you have blue balls. Look at all the fucking you get to do, and I don't get to do."

"Yeah," he said, a little ashamed of himself. He knew I was right. He had so little to complain about. That beautiful big cock. So beautiful.

"Do you mind if I touch it?" I asked him.

"Hell, no. Be my guest," he invited. I wrapped my hand around it, and my fingers wouldn't even touch back to the base of my palm it was so thick around.

"That feels so nice," he said. "You have a gentle touch,"

Then I got an idea. He had taken me in his mouth. Why couldn't I do the same for him?"

"Do you want me to suck if for you?" I asked him.

"If you wouldn't mind, that would be great."

"It's what you did for me. It would be like repaying a favor."

"I did that for you. Not to get repaid."

"I know," I told him. "But I want to do it. You have such a beautiful dick. I want to feel it in my mouth. It's so beautiful. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

He took off all his clothes and stretched out on his bed, his dick pointing at the ceiling. I got out of my clothes and climbed between his strong thighs. I caressed his dick, I caressed his balls, and then I was ready to know the taste of him. It was heady. My little dick stiffened out like a birthday cake candle, as I savored his flavors.

I like the roughness of his hairy balls as I rolled my tongue around each of them. And his thighs. And his groin. And then I took his penis into my mouth and began to suck on him.

"Oh, that's great," he said. "Thanks, Sam. What a good friend. Suck it. Suck my big dick."

And I sucked and sucked.

"I could lie like this and have you suck me all night," he told me. "You're the greatest.'

"Not that I would mind," I told him, "but I have a French exam tomorrow, and I have to study."

"I know. I know. I'm just a selfish male chauvinist pig who likes to get his rocks off."

"Can you come?" I asked him.

"I come better when I'm fucking," he explained. "I like getting sucked, but it doesn't really get me off."

"Did you want to fuck me?" I hadn't even thought of that.

"I need to come, Sam. I really need to come? Would you mind terribly?"

I thought it over for a few seconds and decided that I wouldn't really mind terribly if that big cock were stuffed deep within me. Way up in my asshole, where it would become almost like an organic part of me.

"I wouldn't mind," I told him. "I want you to."

"What a pal," he said. Then he got up and went over to his top drawer and got some lotion. He made me turn over onto my stomach, and he began to work the lotion into my hole. I liked it already. He worked his fingers around in my hole for a long time, stretching it, so it wouldn't hurt too much when he slid his big dick in. Then he slathered a handful of the lotion over his thick cock.

He poised himself over me and aimed his spear to enter directly into the bull's eye. He sank down deliciously into me until I could feel his whole weight balanced on my back on buttocks. He wrapped his arms around my chest and began to thrust gently with his hips. His big balls fell warmly between my thighs, right under my own little plum pits.

"Is it okay, Sam? I'm not hurting you too much, am I?"

"No. It hurt for a couple of minutes or two, but now it's okay. I like it. I like to feel it inside me."

"I never fucked an asshole before. I guess we're both virgins," he laughed. "I always wondered what anal would be like."

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