What Didn't Happen Today Pt. 05

I spent the last part of my junior year of college in Italy. It was a fantastic experience! I learned about and observed artifacts from thousands of years of western history. Weekends usually involved group train trips to other parts of Italy, arranged by students themselves. Weekdays involved classes, followed by unstructured field trips to the museums, galleries, and historic sites around the city.

At the end of the academic year, there was a ten day field trip to Greece. At the time, the fastest way to get there was by boat across the Adriatic. It was an overnight trip, so we were each assigned to a sleeping room with three bunks. I was matched with two other guys, all of us 20 years old. One was a good friend, who I'll call John, who had a spectacular moustache. I'd been crushing on him for the entire two years I'd known him, but I never got to see him naked even though we lived on the same floor of the same dorm. He was one of several classmates I fantasized about repeatedly, imagining what his cock was like, how he kissed, and what it would be like to suck and fuck each other.

My other "roommate" for the night was a young man I barely knew. I'll call him Jeff. I hadn't had any classes with him. There was nothing exceptional about him, other than that sort of simmering sexuality that almost every twenty-year-old man exudes. He had patchy scruff, average looks, and a slightly beefy build.

I'd drawn the bottom bunk, while John was in the top bunk. That left the beefy guy, Jeff, in the middle. I remember that I'd gotten to bed fairly early, as had John. The odd man out came in a bit later.

I was barely asleep when Jeff came in. I suppose he was trying to be quiet, but he wasn't doing a very good job at it.

I was amazed when he stripped off all of his clothes, including his briefs. Out popped a gigantic, circumcised cock. Modest bush, and low-hanging, sizable balls. But what caught my attention most was the intense musk that emanated from his privates. I had already found the erotic potential of natural male smells, and this guy had it in spades.

Jeff fussed with things in his bunk, standing immediately next to my head, his dick inches from my face. An older or braver me would have reached out and touched the prize, hoping that it would lead to something much more fun. I was definitely under the impression that he knew very well what he was doing and was tempting me on purpose. Ultimately, all I got was a look at his very round ass before he climbed into his bunk and fell asleep. I didn't have any further opportunities to interact with him for the rest of the trip.

What didn't happen:

Jeff kept moving his ever hardening cock closer and closer to my face. Finally, he was slapping the dripping glans against my lips, the musky smell becoming more intense by the second. I stuck my tongue out of my mouth, tasting the salty sweetness before taking the entire thing into my throat.

Jeff let out a quiet groan, grabbing my head to push his dick further and further down my throat. It was easy back then to make me gag, which seemed to delight him. I took his balls in my hand, and in fondling them, made his cock even harder. I stuck a couple of fingers between his legs, rubbing his hairy taint. Those fingers came back smelling fantastic.

Jeff reached under the covers, into my briefs, and started stroking my cock. I tried to keep my attention on his dick, but his rough handling soon had me spewing cum all over his hand and my underwear. Within seconds, he was unloading down my throat. It was not the sweetest cum I ever tasted, but as one of the first loads--other than my own--I'd tasted, I liked it just fine.

The ability of twenty-year-olds to get hard again in five minutes is well-documented, and that night was no exception. Jeff coaxed me out of my bunk, flipped me on my stomach, and pulled my legs apart before plunging his tongue into my nearly-virgin asshole. I gasped, never having experienced such a marvelous sensation. I pushed my ass back into his face, trying to force his tongue further into my innards.

Soon he gave up on the rimming and went straight to the fucking. I gasped as his thick glans breached my sphincter, then groaned when he was fully inside. Soon, he was fucking me fast, hard, and deep. It didn't take long before he dumped a second load, this time at the opposite end of my digestive tract. I soiled the bedding with my second load of the night.

In my best fantasy, my old friend John would bring his perfect moustache to the party. And his cock.