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It was my sophomore year in college, and I'd just moved away from an annoying roommate (the subject of my "forced facials" story). I was supposed to move up two floors and live with a friend of mine, but I wound up being able to somehow swing my own room on the first floor, and that is where I lived for the final two terms of that year. Two freshman fellow theatre-majors lived on this floor. One - Tim, who I've described in earlier stories - lived down the hall. The other, Steve, lived just across the hall from me, and he'd just turned eighteen. Steve was very, very, very cute. He was tall, maybe 6'3", just a little bit shorter than me. He had a very sweet & angelic face - big, round brown eyes and these cute little cheeks and dimples when he smiled (revealing a perfect set of white-white teeth). I thought his most distinguishing feature were his hands: they were big and tanned and thin, and they featured long, long fingers. Most other people, though, distinguished him by his hair. It was white-blond - as blond as blond can be - and he'd arrived for his freshman year sporting a haircut fashionable for the day (mid-80's). His blond hair was spiky on top and grown a bit long in the back. Would probably look silly & out-of-date today, but it was really hot back then. This hairstyle had earned him the affectionate (?) nickname of "Pineapple Head." Anyway, Steve was also very closeted, though I felt it almost certain he was queer. He'd hooked up with a sort-of girlfriend, one of the most beautiful girls in that freshman theatre class, in fact. His overall demeanor was stand-offish and he was fairly reticent. He was "wanted" by many fellow students - both guys and girls - and I think he knew it. At least, he acted like he knew it. So I was very surprised when he invited me into his room after a rehearsal one night. We'd been walking back to the dorm and I was telling him about some cast recording I'd just bought. As we entered the dorm, he said "why don't you bring it over and we'll listen to it." Quite innocently, I repaired to my room to retrieve the tape and to make a quick phone call. Within a couple of minutes, though, I walked across the hall to knock on his door. Steve answered wearing a plush, dark-blue bathrobe that hung down to his mid-calves. He must have very quickly undressed & got ready for bed or whatever. He invites me in and pulls a couple of cokes from his fridge as I pop the cassette in. Steve had a small love seat in his room and it is here we both ended up sitting as the music started to play. There were maybe six or eight inches of sofa between us. Steve stretched his long legs out and settled back as we listened to the music and talked a little. I was noting his bare feet, which were as long and (to me) as sexy as his hands were. Steve's skin had a naturally tanned hue, and his feet were long and thin and dark-skinned and the cords running along the top of them would flex and move as he moved his feet around. The parts of his shins I could see were equally long and thin, and I noted they were covered with a decent amount of medium-brown, wiry hair. One couldn't help but notice how sexy this boy was, but that sexiness was always hampered by the knowledge that he was likely "unattainable," (because of his attitude, if nothing else). We sat there for a long time, commenting on the music and talking a little bit. It was a very serene scene. Steve had stood up to retrieve something or turn the tape over to listen to Side Two and, when he returned to the sofa, I noted he sat a little closer to me. I thought absolutely nothing of this, however. Within a minute - we'd been sitting there silently - Steve raised his beautiful left hand and very gently put it on my knee. I was very quietly shocked & surprised by this; I hadn't been expecting it at all. I said nothing. We continued listening and about a minute later he moved his hand up my leg about an inch. I became very, very nervous for some reason, and I started to initiate a conversation. We sat there, side by side, talking, and every minute or so Steve would slide his open hand another inch up my leg. Very, very, very slowly he was working his way up my leg, but neither of us were acknowledging his moves. His soft palm was resting in the middle of right thigh and his long fingers were curling down toward the inside of my thigh. Another minute or so, his hand moves further up ... My cock was growing inside my jeans, all cramped up and unable to truly unfurl itself ... another long moment, Steve slides his hand further up my thigh - he's getting closer now and I'm taking short little breaths as we speak - a combination of horniness and nervousness ... another move and his hand is just under my hip, his fingers are within a half-inch of my crotch. Very, very gradually, Steve's long pinky rises and moves in toward me, until it touches the denim between my legs. He begins to very subtly move it, so that his fingertip is very lightly running up and down over my squished balls. Then he starts gently pushing his fingertip into them. His third finger moves to join it's mate, and one by one each of his long fingers join the others in the spot between my legs. Steve finally slides his entire hand to the area between my legs and his fingers find the hard lump of my cock. We've fallen silent as he begins pushing and prodding me very gently, and I let an involuntary, long breath escape my lips. I cannot believe that I am about to be with this hot and sexy boy, and his slow & indirect method of coming on to me has eased me into an extreme state of horniness. Without words, Steve stands and pulls me up to face him. His hands move to the belt of his bathrobe and with one tug it falls open, affording me a full view of his underwear-clad body. This boy had no hair on his tummy or chest. His nipples were mid-sized and dark brown. He had just the tiniest bit of a tummy, just a little bit of fat on his stomach and mid-section. In his white underpants, I could see what seemed to be a fairly sizable boner formed there. His legs were long and the brown hair on them extended up past his knees, gradually fading away as it traveled up his calves. I moved to embrace him. My hands led the way, traveling into his open robe and feeling their way around to his back. My face was inches away from his and we fell into a passionate kiss - we both have full, soft lips, and our warm tongues instinctively moved to circle each other. As our tongues twirled, I slid my open hands down his back and directly into his underpants, where I cupped both of his naked cheeks in my hands. He had just a little dusting of hair on his ass, and he was moaning just a tiny bit as we ground our hips together and our boners pressed into each other. We shared a long, warm, wonderful kiss as I pulled that boy into me and pushed my hands downward, forcing his underpants down in the process. Our lips parted and I stepped back slightly to pull his underwear all the way down to his ankles. He stepped out of them. I rose again and pushed the robe off his shoulders, and he allowed it to slip from his body and onto the floor. Steve was now totally naked before me. He did have an impressive cock indeed, it was much bigger than I'd expected. Over seven inches, it stood straight out from his body and curved slight to the right. His balls hung below and he had a goodly amount of brown hair down there, which spread slightly to each side & upward to his navel (a happy trail! I love those!). My left hand instinctively wrapped around his throbbing cock and his head fell up and back as I buried my face into the crook of his neck to kiss him there. His beautiful lips were parted and he moaned slightly as I began kissing up his neck toward his face, and Steve's left hand had found it's way between my legs to squeeze and stroke my still-restrained cock. I kissed my way along his jaw line to his chin (he had just a little bit of stubble there), and then up to his mouth, where we fell into another soft, wet, passionate kiss. My hands were everywhere on him - exploring his tummy and chest and his underarms and shoulders and back. Steve was rubbing and squeezing me voraciously and finally he broke our kiss, stepped away from me, and fell to his knees. In a flash he had my pants open and he quickly pushed my pants and underpants all the way down to my ankles. My prick sprung out of them - finally free - and right into his face. He didn't even give me a chance to step out of them; he simply moved his gorgeous lips to my leaking cock head and sucked me straight into his mouth. It felt heavenly, and my hands moved to his head and my fingers ran into the soft spikiness of his blond head. Steve started to blow me - he wanted to suck dick and it was obvious he knew what he was doing. He took me nearly all the way in, and tightened his full lips around my shaft as he pulled all the way back to my head before sucking me back in again. His mouth was warm and really wet and tight, and I could feel his tongue on the underside of my cock. As my hands stroked his hair and explored his ears, I looked down and watched this very, very cute boy sucking my dick, and once in a while he'd glance up at me, too. His eyes would crinkle into a smiling expression, then he'd close them and resume sucking me with abandon. It goes without saying that I wanted HIM in my mouth too - my desire to taste this boy was overwhelming, in fact. So I finally pulled his head away from my swollen cock and stood him up, falling to MY knees in the process. His cock was beautiful, and his head was pinkish and really big and swollen - not swollen purple like that, he just had a big, soft, delicious cock head, and it was right in my face. I grasped his penis and I very gently kissed the tip of his dick, where the slit is. Steve's hands moved to the sides of my head and his little fingers gently went into my ears, which - for some reason - I found to be a huge turn on. I kissed his soft & swollen head again and let it slip between my lips. This beautiful boy groaned as he grasped my head gently (keeping his fingers in my ears) and slowly slid the length of his shaft into my willing mouth. I started to blow Steve - sometimes I'd be moving my head, other times he'd slowly fuck my face. He was breathing heavily and moaning quite a bit - not loudly, but deep, soft moans escaped his throat constantly. I sucked him for a good, long time and then finally let his wet cock plop from my mouth so I could kiss and suck his balls. He pushed his hips into my face, allowing me to suck first one, then the other of his nuts into my mouth. When I finally stood up, his privates were good and wet with my spit. We fell into another deep kiss and then he led me to his bed. We hadn't spoken since this all began. Steve laid down and patted the bed for me to join him. I chose to hop in in a "sixty-nine" position, and as soon as I did my boner was again in Steve's mouth. I grasped him and sucked him in too, and we enjoyed a good long mutual suck-off. The music had long since stopped, so the only sound in the room was the slurpy sounds of us sucking each other. Once in a while a couple of guys would pass down the hall just on the other side of the wall, and I remember thinking, "if only they knew I was sucking this boy's dick right just a few feet from them!" I'd occasionally abandon his cock to suck his lightly haired balls & explore his ample and lazy sack, and my hands were everywhere. I'd eventually worked my fingers between his cheeks and (as I sucked and licked his dick) I began to explore and probe his hole a little. He reacted to this by moaning - with my dick still in his mouth - and by moving his hips a little against my fingertips. Steve had a decent amount of hair back there, but not too much. Seeing as he was enjoying this attention, I slid my middle finger into my mouth and used my tongue to get it good and wet. My slippery finger then went back to the area between his beautiful cheeks and I slid it straight into him - all the way to the hilt. Steve let out with an incredible moan and he started really sucking my dick hard as I finger-fucked him. He opened his legs and rolled over slightly, so I could kind of watch my finger disappear in and out of his soft, warm hole. My eyes were maybe four inches from this boy's asshole and I used my other hand to pull his cheek back to afford myself a better view. He was clean and slightly haired back there and seemingly more than hungry for my probing finger. Watching this, I couldn't resist! After quietly lusting after this cute guy for so long, I found myself determined to touch and to taste all of him ... I pulled my finger out of him and watched his cute hole close shut. Kind of wriggling my right arm under his hip, I used my left hand to gently pull his hips down to the bed. His ass was in both of my hands and I used my fingers to gently spread his cheeks open, sliding up and moving my face closer to him in the process. My mouth and nose were only an inch or so from his bare asshole. Perhaps he was feeling my breath back there, because his sucking my dick had slowed down considerably. He smelled wonderful and I couldn't resist - I touched my lips to his wet asshole and I kissed him there. Abruptly, my cock plopped out of his mouth and Steve raised his head and shoulders from the bed. "What are you doing back there!" he exclaimed, more out of amazement than shock or anger. I simply laughed and said - with my mouth still pressed against his asshole - "Aw, just relax. You ever have someone do this to you?" Again, he answered in an awe-tinged voice "no..." He started to giggle a little bit as I pressed my lips to him and let my tongue slide out of my mouth. He was still half-propped up, sort of watching me as best he could. The moment my tongue reached his hole, he let out with a loud, open-mouthed "AHHHHH!" and he immediately reached down to grasp one of his cheeks and pull it way apart for me. His legs spread more and my tongue slid deep into him. His hole wasn't tight - it wasn't really loose, but he was relaxed down there and I found I could very easily slip my tongue way into this boy. He was making more noise as he spread his legs farther apart and spread his ass even more. He was opening himself for me, he wanted to be eaten out. As this was his first time, I was going to give it to him good. I began pushing my tongue in and out of him, fucking this boy with it and allowing generous amounts of my saliva to lube him up. He was making noise - a little too much noise, actually - so I lifted up long enough to say "suck me" and I dove back into his sexy ass. Steve started sucking me, well - greedily is the only word I can think of. He'd closed his mouth around me tight and he was really going down on me - I could feel my cockhead hitting the back of his throat each time he sucked me in. As he did this he was moaning & whimpering, because I was really pressing my face into the area between his cheeks, kissing his hole, licking and slipping my tongue into it, sometimes rubbing my nose and mouth and chin all over it. His hips were bucking and jumping and pushing back into me a little and once in a while we would "meet" back there - he'd thrust his ass into me just as I was pushing in with my mouth and tongue and we would just press hard against each other, bare-ass-to-mouth. Though far from fat, his ass cheeks were ample and fleshy and soft, and my face would be surrounded with him as this happened. Occasionally I'd pause for a second to catch my breath and whenever I did I slid first one, then two, fingers into him, all the way to the hilt, and finger-fuck him hard and fast. I probably should have screwed that boy that night, but I didn't think of it because he was really working my dick. He was sucking me like a boy hungry for cock and out of his mind with lust, and it wasn't long before I felt the first waves of an orgasm building up in my loins. I started bucking a little against his face - so that his chin and cheeks would slam into me as my crotch met his face. Once that first burst of semen was about to shoot from my dickhead, I simply shoved my face hard into his ass, my tongue up his hole and I moaned really loudly as I shot off in his mouth. He took it all - my entire prick and all of my cum in my mouth, and he allowed me to deliver short, sharp little thrusts as I emptied my balls into his throat and mouth. Once my cumming slowed, we laid there for a long moment - my motionless face still in his ass, my spent prick still laying in his mouth - then we slowly started to disengage. Steve sat up and so did I, and he kissed me - hard - sliding his tongue deep into my mouth. I could taste my own cum and we enjoyed a long, wet and sloppy kiss - both of us were salivating a lot, it seemed, so I ended up swallowing down a bit of my cum and probably a lot of this cute boy's spit. Once we finally parted, Steve's brown, round eyes were filled with raw lust. You know the look. All of his pretense and attitude had vanished in favor of sexual ... hunger, I guess. Fortunately, I tend to always remain horny even after I've cum, and this was especially true at nineteen! I just grinned at him, gave him a light shove so he fell back on the bed, and announced: "Your Turn!" Steve laid back and he spread his long legs, allowing me to crawl between them. I grasped his rock-hard prick and brought the head to my lips and I sucked him down all the way. I glanced up to find he was looking down at me with this sexually dazed, lost look in his eyes as he watched me go down on him. I was determined to suck him just as well as he'd sucked me off, so I took my good time exploring his beautiful cock. I started doing something fun - I used my tongue to press his dick head against the roof of my mouth, compressing it and pushing all the blood out of it, then I'd pull back & off of him so that it was standing in the air, and we'd both watch as his pink head immediately swelled way up very quickly. Then I'd go down on him again, sucking the entire length into my mouth until that fat head was pressed against my throat and my nose & upper lip were buried in his brown bush. Once or twice I'd pull off of him completely and kiss and suck my way down his balls and then further down. He responded by lifting his legs into the air and drawing his knees toward his face to allow me to once again kiss and suck and lick his beautiful asshole. I'd introduced him to something *new* and he was apparently loving every second of it. Finally, though, I wanted to make this cute boy cum. My cum had completely disappeared, so I knew he'd swallowed me down, and I was determined to have his sperm inside of me, too. I hiked his long, long legs over my shoulders and dove into his crotch, really sucking him with great abandon. With his legs over my shoulders his asshole was exposed to me, so I used one of my hands to alternately play with his lazy balls - which were hanging low between his lovely legs - and with his asshole, probing and pushing into him as I sucked his cock. Steve had grasped my head and he was breathing loud, open-mouthed breaths as I sucked him, and before long I could feel him swell in my mouth. He was starting to vocalize a little with each breath and I knew he was on the verge, so I started giving him a hard, rapid-suck as his thighs tightened around my head and his big hands pressed down on the back of my head. Steve shoved his cock deep inside my mouth and I literally shoved a finger deep inside his ass as my mouth was suddenly filled with the first huge burst of teenaged semen. He came inside of me in wave after wave, and I struggled to swallow it down as he delivered it. His orgasm subsided with a body shudder and he began to relax, with my finger still inside of him and his dick still in my mouth. My mouth was still filled with his sperm, and I slowly began swallowing little bits of it as my finger slowly eased out of him and his penis began to very slowly shrink in my mouth. After a very long moment, I'd finally swallowed his entire load and I let his penis slip from my lips. I crawled up to lay beside him and fairly collapsed onto the bed. Steve was very lightly stroking my side and he moved his face to mine. His eyes - normally round and bright - were now narrow and lazy and even somewhat reddened. He looked drunk, almost. He touched his lips to mine and we laid there - both of our heads resting heavily on the pillow - sharing a languid, lazy kiss. His tired tongue moved into my mouth to find mine and we sleepily twirled them together. I can't be sure, but I'll bet he tasted his own cum in my mouth ... As I type this right now, my cock is hard in my pants, it's pulsing and I can feel precum in my boxers. I'm probably going to post this then re-read it as I jerk off, as this was a hot encounter with a hot boy, and I haven't even thought about it in a long while. The ending of the story goes like this: I finally rose, re-dressed, and returned to my own room across the hall. The next day - and for a few days thereafter - Steve was very "cool" with me, but then he returned to his normal, filled-with-attitude self. Being closeted, he was overly cautious. We all used to sit together in the dining hall, and I just had to smile inwardly as I'd watch him with his "girl-friend." She was a very good friend of mine, too, we were all friends - and we'd all talk but only Steve and I would *know* what had happened. This wasn't the only time we were together, not by far. Throughout the rest of that year, we'd get together maybe once or twice a month and more-or-less repeat that same scene. We never got around to screwing, but we sucked each other off frequently, and he was always eager to have me eat him out, too. He even got bold enough to do it to me, during the Spring Quarter. If you've read my "Tim" stories, by the way, this all happened during the same months. One last little tidbit: months and months later I had to pee, so I threw on a bathrobe and exited my room to head to the men's room. Steve's door was open by maybe a foot, and I could see him inside, laying in bed & reading (his bed was right by the door, with the foot of the bed closest to the door. Mine was in the same position, but it lay in the opposite direction as his. Once I'd returned to my room, I hit the bed but I, too, left my door open about a foot. Steve and I had direct eye contact from bed-to-bed, across the hall. He waved at me, I waved back. I was horny, but too tired to really do anything but jerk off. I was playing with myself under the covers. Every once in a while Steve would move his book aside to give me a glance. I finally pulled my prick out and pulled my blankets down, so that the next time he glanced at me he saw not only my face but my hand moving up and down over my hard prick. Steve kinda smiled and put his book aside. I stroked myself and watched as - under his blankets - he pulled his underwear down and then off. He then kicked his blankets off his naked body and he started stroking himself. While this was somewhat risky, it was late enough that there was no traffic in the hallway. We both watched each other wank off across the hall, taking our time to stroke and display our hard cocks to each other. Steve was the first to cum that night and when he did, he bucked his hips up into the air, affording me a great view of his balls and asshole. He then lay there and watched as I stroked myself off all the way, then we both waved and kicked our doors closed. This scene happened one other time, a few weeks later, though this time it wasn't so late and Steve motioned for me to come over to his room. After carefully checking that the hallway was safely clear, I simply scampered totally naked across the hall - boner raging - and safely into his room. After that long, long session I discovered that in my horniness I'd forgotten to bring my key along, so I spent the night cuddled up with Steve until morning, when he went to retrieve a spare key for me from the RA. That morning we both had the same dance class, and I just had to smile throughout those 90 minutes, as none of our classmates had a clue that our cocks had been in each others' mouths just hours before. Okay, enough of this. I'm going to jerk off now ... garys869@yahoo.com http://home.gay.com/garysOH