"Lead on McDuff!" He yelled and we left together for my room. His fingers touched mine on the banister as we climbed the stairs to the upper floor. The touch was neither hot nor electric; but it was repeated at the next landing, almost an undeniable interest.
"Go slow," I said to myself, "Don't sell yourself short." As we got to the room, he checked the books, and fell on the bed with one of my roommate's girly magazine. I picked another and sat on the desk. Few minutes later he pulled me down to show a model's nice boobs and booties.
"Do you mind if I appreciate her more fully?" saying this he yanked his cock out of his fly and started rubbing it up and down. I stole a glance and was surprised to see that it wasn't "puny." Actually it was more than 5 1/2 inches long, fat rounded head, the shaft tapered small at the root. A sure sign of over masturbation! Unlike large cocks, found in porn, this was a large real life specimen in in my neighborhood.
"Come join the fun, let's see yours" he yelled, "Lock the door!." He took my hand and pressed it on his Lund. It was flabby though not flaccid; heavy and smooth. He jumped off the bed, and shook off his pants. Grabbing me by the waist he kissed me, jabbing his tongue in my mouth. What made my sweet surrender inevitable was his milky smooth legs, his meaty thighs and a rising ass that needed a few slaps before being rammed into. He undid my shorts and undies, freeing my four and a half inch dripping tool that was rock hard. Dropping to his knees he took the entire length in his mouth and I almost came right there. He didn't insist for me to return the favor.
I pulled back and we fell back on the bed. I entwined my legs with his and was engulfed in warmth, indeed heat of passion. We flip-flapped and enjoyed each others bodies. He knew the love buttons and pushed them as I screamed with pleasure. His favorite position was lying on his back with his legs raised and my cock touching his asshole, For himself he wanted me lying on my abdomen with him straddling me while moving up and down. Both of us came at some point without inserting,
We met a few nights later in his hall's Common Room where he showed off his chess prowess, He saw me and signaled me to leave and meet outside.
"Its our lucky day," he confided: The Taliban type had gone for the night to his nearby village and I should sleep over or stay till the gates close. This time we took all our clothes off and he begged me to take his cock in my mouth and he'll let me fuck him in his ass. How could I tell him that I'd prefer his cock in my ass and I get the blow job? In any case I took his flabby piece of meat in my mouth and fondled his balls. Holding my head he mouth fucked me till he almost came. He lubricated with spittle his bubble-butt and lowered it on my erect cock. It was like straw in a coke bottle. He sensed my disappointment and flipping me over put a liberal dose of spit on my ass and tapped his cock head on it pushing it in ever so slowly; lying flat on top of me he put his hands under my shoulders and started ramming it in. The feeling was heavenly. The fat head penetrated fully and another big push got the shaft all in. His pubes were scratching my ass and his balls were banging on it. He eventually massaged the prostate and I came like a waterfall!
