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Wisso
9/4/2002 (17:14) |
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EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY
Wisso sat hunched over his desk with his lamp
turned low and his textbooks spread open in front of him. He
glanced sleepily at the clock on the wall and ran his hand
through the soft waves of his shaggy, red hair.
It was past midnight. Exactly five minutes ago he had
turned eighteen. But this didn't promise to be much like any
of his other birthdays. There would be no cake. No candles.
No gaily wrapped presents. No day off from house chores and
homework. His parents had sent a card with money. There had
been other cards from relatives and friends, but after being
at the University of Baghdad for only two weeks, he had
struck up very few acquaintances. Even his roommate, AZCowBoy, was still something of a stranger.
He tried not to think about AZCowBoy and his hunk wrestler's
body; it was too damn distracting.
He made a halfhearted effort to get back into his
reading, but after a few minutes of idly using his marker to
emphasize lines of text, he closed his book. Once he started
thinking about AZCowBoy it was almost impossible for him to
concentrate on anything else.
Wisso was a cute kid, but he wasn't at all pleased with
his appearance. His birthday might mean he was another year
older, but he knew he still looked more like a high school
freshman than a young man in his first term of college.
He had a round, dimpled chin, stark blue eyes and a rash
of freckles on his cheeks and nose. His body was well
defined but small. His chest was as smooth and pale as an
adolescent's, narrowing into a tight little waist, trim hips
and lean, muscular legs. He had no body hair to speak of,
except a few wisps under his arms and a smattering of rusty
pubes at his groin. They feathered around the thin skin of
his scrotum and trailed into the crevice of his buttocks, but
were more boyish than manly.
His circumcised penis was mansized, but that did little
to amend the way he felt about himself. It only served to
make his body look all the smaller, especially when he had a
hardon.
And that, along with his homework, was the problem.
Studies at the university were definitely harder than high
school...and so was his cock.
He had never gone out for sports or been involved in any
of the activities that would have brought him into contact
with other boys stripped down to their natural beauty. But
here in the dorm, guys running around half dressed or naked
was almost a way of life. Exposed genitals and bare asses
abounded freely from the showers to the rec room at any hour
of the day or night. He supposed even now, if he were to
traipse to the lavatory, there would be one or two students
parading around in skimpy briefs or totally bare-assed.
All of that ripe young flesh swinging freely from all
those hot young male crotches kept Wisso's large pecker
constantly on the bone.
Wisso didn't understand why his penis insisted on
responding to the sight of the exposed genitals of other
males. But that was exactly what was happening. Not that he
had ever been intimate with girls or even considered dating.
Sex was something he took care of by hand and dismissed
without letting it intrude upon the rest of his life--a
solitary, necessary function that he handled as mechanically
as taking a piss. But he had been denied the privilege of
exercising that mechanical function. With a roommate and
twenty other guys on his floor, there were few places to
safely jack off without risking getting caught.
Even the toilet stalls were doorless. That hadn't
stopped some of his dormmates. He had already walked in on
more than one boy whose bare ass was parked on a stool, shirt
hiked up to his nipples, legs spread, shorts and slacks down
around his ankles while he pounded the hell out of his ready-
to-shoot prick--oblivious to the steady flow of traffic going
in and out of the john.
He glanced at the furniture and belongings opposite his
side of the room. The living quarters were set up with
everything in duplicate. Besides the desks, which also
functioned as headboards, there were a pair of twin beds, a
pair of closets containing matching built in dressers and
full-length mirrors and a pair of blind-covered windows.
His eyes stole from the books on top of his desk to the
figure curled up beneath the sheet on the other side of the
room.
AZCowBoy Shoeman had turned eighteen just last week, but he
was a striking contrast to the redhead. His dark shaggy hair
framed a rugged face with deep brown eyes and a square jaw.
His shoulders were wide, his waist nipped in tightly and his
legs sported more hair than Wisso had on his entire body. He
even had a crest of dark fuzz starting to grow between his
developed pecs. What Wisso had seen of AZCowBoy's cock, told the
redhead that the other boy's penis was also mansized, and
there was no way to miss that forest of shaggy pubes
sprouting above it.
AZCowBoy was the main reason Wisso was constantly throwing a
rod, coupled with the fact that the redhead couldn't find a
private place to beat his meat. But even if Wisso's young
nuts hadn't been filled to the point of squirting on their
own, the other boy was humpy enough to start anyone's ball
sap flowing.
AZCowBoy was forever finding excuses to strip down to his
jock strap or strut around bare-assed. 'I'm going to shower
later,' he'd announce, making a show of tugging down his
jeans and wriggling out of his briefs, leaving on only his
shirt and tennis shoes, his meaty cock dangling casually
between his sturdy thighs. Or he'd feign changing clothes,
get sidetracked in the process and end up in his athletic
supporter on his bed with his humpy ass high in the air and
his legs splayed wide while the two young men studied.
These brazen displays of boy-flesh sent Wisso up the
wall (not to mention how they interfered with his studies).
He never went around in less than slacks and a T-shirt and
usually did his homework at his desk to hide his hardon from
the other teenagers.
Now with the midnight hour upon him and his roomie
slumbering peacefully in the other twin bed, Wisso felt a
surge of sex-fever tingle through his teenage balls.
He slid his chair back and rubbed the palm of his hand
over the burgeoning lump in his khaki slacks. Instantly, his
youthful penis throbbed to life, straining behind the
pressure of his zipper. He let out a loud groan and saw a
dark spot of precum seep through the fabric. He had to get
his rocks off and soon! For someone who had been used to
whacking off three or four times a day, two weeks was too
damn to go without milking out a thick load of man-cream. If
he didn't pull his pud soon, he was afraid his nuts would
explode.
His fingers went to his waistband and popped the button
through the hole. His zipper unreeled of its own accord, and
moments later he was sliding out of his shoes, socks and
slacks.
Wisso sat there in just his scanty shorts and knit
pullover. He froze when AZCowBoy rolled onto his back. The
sheet draping the brunette's nude frame sagged below his
waist, exposing his navel and the beginning trail of crisp,
dark pubes that arrowed into his groin. But he didn't open
his eyes, and soon the even cadences of his slumbering breath
nurtured the silence of the room again.
The redhead fingered the wet blotch on the front of his
underpants, gave his sleeping roomie another cautious glance,
then lifted his ass and yanked his briefs off. He didn't
care what the risks were, he had to unload his aching nuts.
His long fat cock towered above the spread of his
thighs, the velvety smooth crown slimy with his copious lube,
his almost hairless balls snugged painfully into the 'V' of
his legs and a tremor of anticipation vibrated through his
thick shaft.
He licked both his palms until they were dripping with
saliva, then lowered them to his raging hardon. With his
fingers aimed in opposite directions, he rolled his cock
between the flats of his hands. When he had first started
masturbating, he had used this ambidextrous method of jacking
off until he discovered the pleasures and expediency of just
pumping fist. By placing his fingers pointing away from each
other, one palm glided across the top of his shaft while the
other rubbed his inflated cum tube. The angry pink glans of
his helmeted crown was left free to vibrate above the rocking
motion of his manipulations.
His breath quickened and his small chest heaved. He
glanced at AZCowBoy again to be sure his roomie was still asleep.
The other teenager's lids were still closed but something
showing between his sturdy thighs wasn't sleeping. The sheet
was pitched high above the muscular planes of his tummy like
a pup tent on a beach of flesh, and the gap between the boy's
hairy abdomen and the cover gave a teasing preview of his
huge shadowy erection.
Wisso let out another loud moan when he spotted the
thinly camouflaged hardon and stopped the double palm
action on his pulsing ram. As much as he needed to purge the
pressure of his cum loaded testicles, he was mesmerized by
the size and shape of AZCowBoy's swollen fuck tool.
Leaving his clothes under his desk, he let his stiff
pecker lead the way to the other side of the room, and he
squatted bare-assed, from his waist down, beside the sleeping
youth.
His eyes scrutinized the other eighteen-year-old's
handsomely mature face while he gently stroked the boner
waving like a lance from the fold of his own lap.
He couldn't get over how much older AZCowBoy looked for his
age than he did. If there was a secret to maturity, at least
in appearance, Wisso hadn't stumbled upon it.
He let his eyes slither from the bull neck over the
small, brown nipples and the thin crest of hair between them,
across the firm belly to where the sheet was tenting.
Everything about AZCowBoy excited the redhead. Just being that
close to him and inhaling the clean, fresh scent of his
maleness was enough to make Wisso cream. He had to see that
hard penis out in the open. He thought about the door being
unlocked and what someone would think if they came in and
found him squatting in only his jersey, sporting an erection
while he was studying his roomie's aroused organ, but he
didn't care. His lusty needs were stoked by the fire in his
young balls, and nothing, short of AZCowBoy's waking, was going
to stop him.
Constantly darting glances at AZCowBoy's face and with
trembling hands, he lifted the sheet and dropped it low on
the other boy's thighs.
The magnificent cock that greeted his glazed eyes was
slightly larger than his own and was creamy pink with a wide
cobra flaring crown. A generous pearl of precum had gushed
through the wide urethra and was beading down to the bold
ridge of the glans. Every inch of the brunette's groin was
spiked with the dense growth of his bush, including the lower
two inches of his shaft and his massive balls.
Wisso squatted beside the bed in awe, having abandoned
his hand action on his own cock. Without bothering to check
again to see if AZCowBoy was still asleep, he leaned in toward
the handsome groin and inhaled deeply. The spicy odor that
assailed his nostrils was overpowering, a sensual mix of ball
lube and musk. It literally took the teenager's breath away.
He threw all caution to the wind and brought his face up
to the towering hardon until his nose was just grazing the
finely veined shaft.
As carelessly as he had handled his sexual release in
the past, something told him it would never be that absent
minded again. Letting his nostrils flare wide and moving his
face up and down the shaft, he sniffed every inch of AZCowBoy's
standing pecker. When he had scooted around so his face was
between the hirsute thighs, he nosed into the plump hang of
testicles, actually feeling the pubes scratch his cheek and
getting a good whiff of the full-bodied aroma that lingered
under the nubby scrotum.
He had smelled his way back to the swollen head, when
AZCowBoy's hard prick gave a jerk and hit him in the mouth. The
precum stuck to his lips and webbed back to the glans where
the erection stalled into place once more.
Wisso's tongue snaked out and licked up the ball lube,
instantly taking to the strange, robust flavor. Without
another thought, he leaned forward and let the tip of his
tongue scope up the rest of the precum gushing from the piss
slit.
Without realizing it, he had tasted cock, and there was
no turning back. He licked around the velvety head,
flattened his tongue over the fat, dorsal tube and worked his
way down into the warm, hairy nuts. Each new taste sent
lusty shocks tingling through his small, manly physique. His
hand unconsciously settled on his own cock again and slowly
jacked up and down.
He feasted his senses on his roomie's powerful erection,
unable to quench his newly discovered appetite for cock.
There was no question of right or wrong, just as there was no
longer any fear of discovery. He was lost in the euphoria of
his long overdue awakening to the pleasures of sex outside
the perimeters of his auto-erotic experiences. Because of
his curiosity to view his roommate bone hard and his burning
need to satisfy the two week storage of semen in his plump
balls, he had unconsciously made the transition from
adolescence to manhood.
He wanted to spread his lips and take the mushrooming
helmet deep in his mouth, but he wasn't certain he could
accomplish that without waking the sleeping youth. To suck
the cockhead wholly into his mouth would have required
bending it towards him, and he knew that sniffing and licking
it was foolhardy enough.
His hand continued to stroke on his own pecker,
gradually increasing speed until his heavy balls were
slapping noisily against the inside of his thighs. He could
feel the currents of air in the room rushing beneath the
cheeks of his ass and toying with the exposed crevice that
harbored the delicate rosebud of his anus. A glossy film of
sweat sucked his jersey to the contours of his chest and
slicked his arms and legs. He was consumed in the throes of
lust and first love--his instant passion for AZCowBoy's heady
jock--and the dormitory and the night faded to the backdrop
of his mind.
Suddenly, he felt those point-of-no-return warnings
tremor through his cum tube. The sensitive lips of his glans
mouthed a noiseless message, a fiery charge engulfed his
brain, then seconds later was followed by torrents of
scalding hot ball juice. As the first splatters of semen hit
the side of the bed, he stood and sprayed the rest of his
load on his roomie's sheet, some of the sticky globs hitting
the brunette's tummy and cock.
It was like Wisso would never stop cumming. One volley
erupted after another in a shattering, nut-draining
explosion. When his climax finally subsided, a large pool of
manseed was puddled next to AZCowBoy's bare hip and more was on
his groin.
Carefully, Wisso draped that sheet back into place over
the reclining figure and turned off his lamp. When he
crawled into his own bed he was somewhat sated, his cum
smeared pecker arching comfortably over his dangling balls.
He had gotten a birthday present after all--wrapped gaily in
a sheet--complete with a huge fleshy candle. In a matter of
speaking he'd had his cake...and eaten it too.
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