It Was Not To Be 5

"Well, what's it like?" I wanted to know.

"It's glorious," he told me. "It feels different from a pussy. A pussy has a lot of nice suction in some girls, but it's not as tight as this. This is really nice. I love fucking your hot little hole, buddy. You like me fucking your hot little hole?"

"I love it, Kev. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. I love your dick in me. I love it.

We just kept talking like that as his hips started battering into me, and it was never hard enough for me. I liked it so much. I squeezed my muscles around his dick to try to give him the suction that he said some girl's pussies gave him.

"Oh, yeah! That's so great. Fuck my cock. Fuck my cock. Suck the cum out of me, baby. Yeah. Oh, yeaaaaaahhhhhh." And he pressed against me in a new stillness as I could feel the seed flood out of him into my own body. He was organically a part of me now, and would be even after his cock slipped lazily from my hole.

"That was great, Sam. Thank you. Thank you, a million times."

"It was great for me also," I told him. And it was even better than he knew, because as he was pounding me, he pounded on a spot which caused me to shoot my own cum out onto his sheet, which he would soon discover.

"Looks like you came too," he noticed the damp spot.

"Yes," I said. "It was great."

"Damn! You should have told me. I like to hear stuff like that. 'Honey, I'm coming,'" and he made a high voice like a girl's voice which I really didn't like, but hell, what the hell, I came, he came, we were buddies, and we had had a good time. I hoped it would happen again.

It happened a lot. It turned out that Elizabeth was a really moody person, and he would often come back to the room steaming and frustrated, but happy in the knowledge that I was there to take care of him. And he was so nice about satisfying me orally every now and then. I knew he didn't love it, but he was such a good sport.

We managed to room together for all the four years we were in college, but then came graduation and my happiness was at an end.

I got a position as an assistant professor at Buxton College in the Southeast, and he and Elizabeth got married as they had planned and moved to Cincinnati, where he had obtained a position with a big engineering firm, Price, Preston and Prew. We did keep in touch by e mail. But my sex life was now over forever. I had no hope and no future. I had no one to love and no one who would ever love me, the man with the babydick

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At first their marriage was okay, but then Elizabeth's moods started kicking in more and more often. I could tell Kevin was really unhappy. He told me he was thinking of leaving her, and he was glad that they had had no children.

"Do whatever you think is best," I advised him.

"It's gotten so that I hate this fucking cunt," he wrote me. "I just want to be out of here."

"Poor Kevin," I wrote. "I wish I could help you in some way."

And then he wrote me that he was leaving her. He had moved into a small apartment near his job, but he didn't even like his job anymore. He was just desperately unhappy. He remembered the happiness of our carefree academic days, and told me that I was so lucky to still be on a campus.

Then I didn't hear anything for a while. I kept writing him- "Is anything wrong?"

But all he wrote back was 'no'.

Then after a few months he wrote me the news. He had sent an application to Buxton College to become an assistant professor in the Engineering Department. They had hired him. We would see each other soon again. In September."

"Do you have an apartment yet?" I wrote.

"No," he answered.

"Well, my place is pretty big. Why don't you stay with me, at least until you get yourself settled?"

"Great idea," he told me. "I was hoping you would ask."

And so when September came, and the new semester started, Kevin arrived at Buxton. He moved his things into my apartment. I gave him the guest bedroom.

After a few nights, I was lying on my bed, in my pajamas, reading, he came to my door clad only in his tight white underwear.

"This is silly," he told me.

"What's that?"

"Why am I in the guest bedroom?"

"You mean?"

"Yes. I can sleep in here with you. The bed is plenty big enough. And to tell you the truth, I'm dying to stick my cock into your tight hot hole again. I love it."

"I love it too," I told him. "I didn't want you to think I was making any demands on you for staying here, but that would make me happy also."

"Great," he said. He came over and we pulled down the covers. He took off his white tee shirt and under shorts and I stripped out of my pajamas. We got into the bed, and faced each other. He wrapped his arms around me. Then he kissed me. We had never kissed before. It was like a real love story. We kissed and kissed. We were together again. He gently massaged my tiny equipment, and then got down and bathed it with his tongue. Then he turned me over and began to bathe my back entrance. He climbed over me, and pressed himself into me.

Oh my god! This was so wonderful. So wonderful.

"I love fucking your hot hole," he said.

"Fuck me, Kev. Fuck me," I pleaded. "I want to have you inside me for always. Now and forever. Fuck me."

"You mean I can fuck you like this every night for the rest of our lives?"

"If you don't get tired of me," I told him.

"Baby. I'll never get tired of you. Now I know that you were my first and only great love. We're gonna be like this now and forever," he promised.

"Now and forever," I repeated in indescribable joy.

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written by kickyn