2 comments/ 54456 views/ 12 favorites College Crush By: la mariposita The weather was perfect that day. No rain, or clouds just pure sun shine. I watched him there on the baseball field practicing his swinging before he was to have his turn striking the ball into oblivion. I saw him put on his batting gloves very slowly, almost sensually. He had beautiful strong hands. The kind I dreamed of caressing my body, digging into my soft curves with his powerful fingertips. I moaned at the thought, but then I remembered I wasn't alone. There were hundreds of people around me watching the game contently especially since it was the first of the season. I caught the attention of one or two people who heard me moan to myself. They quickly looked me over suspiciously and then resumed watching the game. I blushed furiously and tried to hide my flushed face with my long dark brown hair. The truth was I never liked baseball…at all. The thought never crossed my mind to ever come to a baseball game. They usually lasted for hours on end and I found them completely boring and hardly stimulating. I hated sports in general and never understood the concept or attraction of them. So why was I there? Because I had to see him. Since the first time I laid my eyes on him he captivated me. I remember the day I saw him face to face outside my classmate's apartment. I went over to bring back two books she let me borrow for a project in my Anthropology class. Outside her door we had some small talk that quickly escalated to a very "girly" conversation. Leslie, who became a good friend of mine, had just recently transferred here from another school. "Leticia, I can't believe you don't realize how gorgeous the guys are at this university…especially those athletic baseball players. They are just beautiful," she gushed. "Well I wouldn't know because I'm not interested in sports. I wouldn't be able to differentiate the baseball players from the basketball players," I joked, "Oh by the way you can call me Lety." "You don't know what your missing Lety. I've been going to the baseball games just to look at the guys strut their skills. They have amazing bodies… I sit there and imagine their large rough hands all over my body." "Leslie!" I said shocked, but slightly amused. "Maybe you should come with me sometime so you can see for yourself…oh my god, Lety, here comes one of them now." She said softly. He was walking up the stairs when I first got a glimpse of him. He was tall, about 6'3" with a very athletic build. His powerful shoulders were draped with a thin sweater that revealed each muscle in his arms and chest. I studied the shape of the pectorals under the material. His hands were large, but smooth. I thought of those hands on me, fondling my breasts and tickling my sides. There was something about them that made me think of a soft sensual touch. His brown hair was down eye length to emphasize his one of his best features. His were dark and mysterious. They were so deep and intense I felt almost lost in them. He held my gaze steadily as he approached us. He politely said "good afternoon, ladies," and gave us a warm smile. My breath quickened and became shallow as he looked at me lingering with that handsome face of his. I froze before I could respond to his greeting. He broke our gaze and opened a door next to Leslie's apartment. As he slipped in he left my friend and I flustered with arousal. Or at least I was. My face immediately turned red. "What's wrong?" Leslie asked. "I never did that before…I just never…" "Never what?" "Looked a guy in the eye that way. I never had the guts to do it." Feeling my embarrassment I knew I had to go before things got out of control. The truth was I am severely shy and never (my god), never be so brazen as to look a man in the eye the way I did a minute ago. I felt flushed with embarrassment and disbelief. And arousal. My attraction to him was unexpected and quite powerful. I never had that feeling with anyone…ever. It happened last semester. Since then I had taken her invitation to watch each home game and I found myself admiring him more and more. I wouldn't miss his games (and some of their practices) for the world. Here I was sitting in the hot sun, panting. Not because of the heat mind you. It was he at first base getting ready to hit the ball. Through his tight pants I could see his well-developed muscles tense up. His rump was just as appetizing to watch flinching when he swung the bat. It was very muscular like the rest of his body. I don't think he had much fat on him, but he was one beautiful Italian man. I heard the comments from other girls around me when he swung his bat and hit a homerun out of the field. He ran from home plate to first, second, third base, and finally back to home. His teammates picked him up in celebration and paraded around because apparently he won the game for them. And what a victory it was. The other team was a long time rival that they desperately wanted to beat. They've tried in the past to be on top, but it was always this team that ruined their season record. Finally they did, they've won. And it was all because of my baby…number 16, Eric Lombardo. It's not like I think he noticed. He's never looked my way or ever acknowledged my presence in the stands. After that day I never felt his eyes on me again. He had constant admirers around him that he paid attention to all the time. To him I was probably just some girl he saw one day and wanted to make her day by politely saying hello. Even though the thought somewhat hurt me I still had strong feelings for this stranger. I say stranger because I hardly knew him even if I was always there watching from afar. I never spoke to him and for all I knew he didn't know I existed much less felt this intense longing and desire for him. I saw him disappear from the field…probably he went to the locker room. I jumped up and rushed back to my dorm room as fast as my long legs could take me. I had him freshly in my memory and I wanted to relieve the tension and aching between my legs. As soon as I entered my room I immediately noticed that my roommate wasn't there. Good, I thought, because I just remember she had a class late at night. As soon as I locked my door I quickly stripped off all my clothing and threw it on the floor. I stood in front of the full-length mirror to examine my luscious body. My long wavy hair hung down over my full breasts, covering too much for me to approve at this point. I pushed back my hair quickly to find my light brown nipples erect and sensitive to the touch. They're small, but they top a pair of beautiful D-cup breasts without any signs of sagging. They hang above my tiny elongated waist. The lines of my waist flare out at the hips and slowly but surely taper down to my long slim legs. Even my legs are shapely with slightly full thighs and calves that made women envious, eventually ending with slim ankles and cute manicured feet. I always felt fortunate to have an hourglass body, a characteristic of many Latin women. I looked quietly at my 5'9" frame and realized there was nothing wrong with me. But why didn't he look at me, not even once? The feeling left me slightly depressed and annoyed, but then it dawned on me that it was my fault. He didn't see me because I wouldn't make myself known to him. I was just too shy. I had this problem with everyone, not just with men. In my classes I was always afraid to speak up even if I wanted to. It was just a part of me I couldn't control and learned to live with. Enough of that now, I thought. I wanted him to make me cum. I saw my dark brown eyes twinkle when I touched myself in that special little spot beneath my belly. I gasped and rolled my eyes back thinking of him touching me this way with his strong fingers. "Oh…" I gasped, trying to control my composure. My full lips parted and breathed heavily as I explored the deepest regions of my sweet little pussy. The hair that clothed my genitals has never been shaven except on the sides whenever I planned to wear a bikini. There was a reason for that of course. I was still very much a virgin even though I've had masturbated many times and have given and received oral stimulation. I didn't know why I held out for so long. I guess before it never felt right to do so. Even at 21 years old I was very limited in my sexual experiences. I was just too afraid. I walked towards my bed and started playing with my little rosebud. I imagined him pulling out his gorgeous cock (which I bet he had) and rubbing it between my lips making me shudder in absolute pleasure. I felt his mouth on my nipples sucking and biting while I tweaked them. His hands were sensually feeling my skin from face to my shoulders to my back and down my hips. I moaned at the thought of his hands on me. Those beautiful hands he probably uses to caress and then finger fuck any woman who offers herself to him. He knelt down to kiss and licks my inner thighs and finally using his magnificent tongue to probe my deepest opening. "Uh yes, Eric…" I told him. My pink little slit was practically dripping all over my comforter. "Fuck my tight wet pussy." I moaned to him. He mounted me and I felt him slid inside. I felt the sensations of his long thick organ inside me while my chest heaved and my vagina tightened. I came so long and hard that after I was done I wished that I was actually with him to experience it. A phone rang after the last spasms of my orgasm subsided. I picked up the phone knowing it was probably my mother. I wasn't extremely close to my family so it wasn't the best thing I thought of doing after I was done. She basically called to complain about my father who she had divorced about five years ago. That still didn't keep them from having problems with each other. Apparently my father owed a lot of money to my mother and she called me to announce that she was taking him to court. I felt myself stiffen as I lay there listening to her involve me in their problems. I wanted to scream no, but I couldn't find my voice and the tears began to continuously fall down my cheeks. I loved both of my parents and their bickering only drove a deeper wedge between us. After I hung up the phone I just laid there holding myself crying softly on my pillow. *** Two weeks later I decided to watch the team practice. The days were getting hotter as they always did in South Florida and took the opportunity to dress a little more comfortably. I wore a snug t-shirt and shorts that were a little higher than mid-thigh, but they accentuated my ass nicely. That with a pair of white sneakers I looked liked a typically college student, but just a little bit sexier. If that doesn't get his attention nothing will. I usually see guys stop what they're doing just to check out my curves so what was wrong with him? Didn't he ever see me? My mind was bombarded with questions, but I decided to put it aside and enjoy seeing him practice. When I arrived I saw a few other people doing precisely what I planned. It was nothing new to me, which is why I felt more at ease watching him. As I sat down on the stands I watched him hit a few good balls into the field. There was no question that he was good. Really good. At one point I was trying to be very incognito and walked up to higher seating where he probably wouldn't notice me because people started leaving. It was known that practice was over, but my guy didn't stop. He kept hitting balls like they were his enemy, hard across the field and few over and out of sight. The way he flexed his muscles while practicing was making me wet. I wanted to slip two fingers down my shorts, but if I got caught I would be horribly embarrassed. Just the thought warmed my face and I knew I was blushing. Being of a light olive complexion has its drawbacks especially when I'm so damn bashful. I was looking at his crotch the way it created a nice bulge in his pants. I wanted to know what was in there. I wanted to see for myself. I looked at my watch and saw that it was getting late. I should head back, I thought for a second, but couldn't convince my body to move. It was on fire. Suddenly I saw him disappear. The pitcher was walking towards the parking lot. Eric on the other hand went to the locker room or I assumed. Besides the two there was no one left on the field. I had a funny feeling in my gut. "If he was alone in the locker room maybe I can get away with watching him there." Maybe if he didn't catch me, but this was the perfect moment to finally see him. He never stayed so long that he went alone to the locker room. What was I thinking? How could have such crazy thoughts. What if he was naked being comfortable in his own skin and I deceptively watch him from inside? How would I know where to hide? I never seen the locker room so how would I know if I could keep my cover? My body decided for me. I logically said no, but I was feeling so turned on that it didn't matter what I thought anymore. I walked towards the opening of my destination still hesitant and very afraid. I took one slow step inside and I was able to tell that no one was in there. Well, maybe just one person. I suddenly heard a bag zip open from the other side of the room. I walked slowly toward that sound and stopping just enough to be on the other side of his locker I knelt down under a bench to hide myself and to get a good view through the small openings of the locker doors. He had his back towards me and I saw he was completely naked. His body was amazing, just as I imagined it. His back had so many muscles and his buttocks were firm and just as tight. He looked so perfect I thought lying under the bench. Then he did something that made my blood pulse. He grabbed the front of his groin and started to rub himself. I couldn't see that well because he still had his back to me, but his movements were unmistakable. And then he turned sideways and I almost gasped at the sight of his genitals for the first time. He was very aroused while he stroked his beautiful cock with his hand. It was very long and thick like I dreamt and utterly smooth with a large head that I didn't expect. I suddenly wanted to taste it and lick it with all my desire, grab it with my hand and measure it to see if I could handle such a big boy. For all that I cared he could've been smaller and I still would've wanted him. I think I really fell for him after all this time. He began to moan and grunt softly to himself. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to touch myself. I slowly unzipped my shorts and pulled them softly off my hips and down my legs. I pulled my t-shirt off just as carefully to reveal myself only in my underwear. I slipped my hand down my panties to play with myself and I felt my juices soaked right through the soft cotton fabric. I slipped off the panties and ripped off my bra without a thought. My blood was boiling to know that I was fully naked on one side and he was on the other. Only I knew what was really going on and I reveled in the privilege. I was rubbing my engorged clitoris at a nice and steady rhythm when I heard a load grunt coming from my baby. I saw enthralled how his penis ejaculated all over the floor. His cum sprayed pretty far and there was so much of it! I longed to walk over and politely ask him if I could clean his dick up nice and good with my tongue. I never tasted sperm, but if he asked me I would have done anything to please him. Anything. He cleaned his spunk off the floor and grabbed a towel heading towards the open shower room. I was a little startled at his sudden movement, but I managed to stay out of his sight. Luckily I had a perfect view of the shower from where I was. I stayed down until I saw he was completely inside. I moved a little closer to get a better view of this man who one day will be mine first sooner or later. I saw him turn the shower on as I continued to rub my gleaming little mound. He passed a bar of soap all over his body, lathering up in all the right places. The water hitting his skin gleamed and I had to resist running up behind him to feel it. His skin looked so soft covering his hard muscles. I started to breathe heavier, panting as I watch him wash his genitals carefully as not to bruise them. His dying erection became hard again and he rubbed it up and down with even more ferocity than before. I looked at his cock and imagined him ramming me hard with it over and over again. I wanted him to fuck me while he was standing. I wanted so badly to wrap my hot fucking thighs around his beautiful waist. I wanted to fuck the shit out of him so bad. Before I knew my pussy was gushing liquid like I've never seen before. It spit out of my pussy and onto the floor. Oh my god, oh my god I thought. I was so overcome with emotion and lust that I let out a sound so unlike my own voice. It had a harsh animalistic tone to it, but more importantly it was loud. I silenced myself nervously watching him stand perfectly still. He heard me and I knew it. Suddenly he turned his head and locked his eyes on mine. I immediately grabbed for my clothes, and as quickly as I could, threw them on and ran the hell out of there. As soon as my thirst was quenched my logical thinking came back to me. I didn't want him to find me there masturbating, watching, leering at his body. I came too hard and too loud. He knew I was there! How did he see me after catching me take pleasure from his shower? God I was so embarrassed. I felt like a whore. Why it had to come to this, I thought. Why couldn't he pay attention to me like he was supposed to not have me make a fucking fool of myself? "Stupid girl," I mumbled. Suddenly I felt incredibly sad. I felt the tears sting my face before I stopped to catch my breath. I ran from him. He definitely saw me watching him, but that didn't matter. He'll never see me the way I was meant to be. I wanted to love him and I wanted for him to love me back. It wasn't going to happen. I knew how men thought of women like me. Even if it was naïve of me to think of it or not, I just couldn't face him ever again. *** Four weeks have past and my world came crumbling down not too long after. One afternoon my father complained of chest pains and was taken to the hospital. He suffered a massive heart attack and died later that night. I got the phone call from my mother at two in the morning with the shocking news of my father's passing. I screamed and cried in pain and anguish. I was absolutely hysterical and just about everyone from my floor heard my howls into the night. I had to be comforted by my friends, my roommates, and my floor R.A. throughout the whole night after. As soon as daybreak hit they rushed me to the school's psychiatric office where different doctors all tried to explain to me the events that happened in my life were difficult, but they where carefully watching me. I knew they thought I would lose it and commit something as horrible as suicide. As miserable as I was I couldn't do that to the rest of my family. I couldn't do that to myself. I was angry and I hated everyone. I hated my mother for being so mean to my father. I hated Eric for not loving me back the way I needed him to. After the funeral I tried my best to focus on keeping my grades up and not thinking about Eric or anyone for that matter. I was deep in mourning and not anyone could bring me out of it. I thought I was in love. I was so foolish; so stupid. The guy didn't want me, simple as that. Leslie has been very supportive throughout this whole ordeal. She just listened to me as I poured my feelings out from deep within. She cried with me and told me everything would be alright. I wanted to believe her, I really did. She reminded me that we were going to graduate soon and afterwards I will have a different life that I should be looking forward to. I left her apartment and went to my room. I didn't want to deal with any more bullshit in my life. College Crush He was not particularly ripped or muscular, but when he stood in the doorway with just a pair of shorts on, my cock jumped to life. Maybe it was the way he confidently stood with more weight on his left leg, one hand on his hip, the other holding the door frame. I could see a small brown tuft of hair in his armpit and this image of him burned into me. The room was full of college guys, like me, playing a football videogame. He said something to someone else, but I did not hear the words as my jaw slowly dropped. Just as suddenly as he appeared into the bedroom, he was gone and eventually I picked up my jaw and tried to snap out of it. I had not had a fag-like thought in a long time – going back to my early, confused high school locker room days, but here I was all twisted up inside. At the time, I had no girlfriend, but now I was entertaining the thought of having my first boyfriend. Finally, it was my turn to play and I switched my focus to the videogame. I lost a close game and decided to head back to my apartment. His name was Robbie and I had never really took notice of him before, but now I could not get him out of my head – both heads. On the ride back home, my cock started stirring in my pants and when I pulled into the parking spot, I had to gather myself, lose some of my swelling and put my hand in my left pocket to hide the semi-lump that simply would not go away. As soon as I got in my bedroom, I closed and locked the door, pulled my shorts off and laid on the bed on my back. No sooner was I on my back, that I started stroking my raging hard-on. In less than 10 seconds, I whispered a moan of "Ohhhh Robbie" and exploded all over myself. Long ropes of cum splashing up and down my chest and abs. Some had even hit my neck. What was going on here? As recently as last night I was looking high and low for a hot looking girl and now I was blowing a load in record time for some guy. For many years, I had seen hundreds, probably thousands of guys in various shapes and sizes – and modes of dress from naked to tuxedoes with no sexual effect on me, but now I was staying hard after a stunningly intense orgasm that made my toes curl after about 6 or 7 pumps. I started to rub my cum all over my tan six-packed belly and soon I was pumping my cock again. This time I started fantasizing about Robbie kissing me, about Robbie getting naked and finally about Robbie getting on top of me...and pow! My dick erupted again all over my stomach and pubic hair. After this I fell asleep and when I woke from the small nap my cum had dried on my chest, belly and cock. I decided to get up and shower so I could go out to the party tonight and maybe hook up with some girl or something. The night did not go as planned. I am pretty picky about the girls I am interested in and there was nobody there that piqued my interest, but I had a good time anyway and eventually walked the mile or so back home with a slight beer buzz. I was asleep in no time and dreaming. The rest of week went by and from time to time I would see Robbie in the cafeteria at school and I would say hi to him in a normal way even though my insides were all twisted up. College was pretty tough this semester and I was very busy all week. As the weekend approached, I woke up Friday morning with a start...I was soaked with sweat and not only that, my pants were soaked with cum, too. As the wet dream started to fade from my head, the last thing I remembered was that it was about my new fascination...Robbie. As I cleaned myself up, I could not stop smiling for some reason. I suddenly realized that I had a crush, a gay crush, and for some unknown reason I was okay with it. I went to class that morning and when I saw him at lunchtime, the now familiar stomach lurch came on, but this time I gave him a big smile and an energetic "hey there". It did not seem to register any particular response with him except the normal one, but that was okay. As I finished my lunch with little quick glances in his direction, a little game of 'do I or don't I' was spinning through my head. All of sudden, he got up and started walking away, since there was lots of activity in the cafeteria, my eyes slowly drifted over to his departing ass in shorts – the same shorts he had on the other day and down to his manly, slightly hairy legs. He was gorgeous – how did I not notice him before? It was then and there I decided that I was going to make a move on him and if he rejected me, then he rejected me. If he told people that I hit on him, I would deny everything. I had to take a chance, his tight ass and sexy tan legs were worth it. The vision of him standing in the doorway made my mind hum with frequent homosexual thoughts of him. My dick was embarrassingly rigid and it took 10 minutes before I could stand up to leave. The rest of the day I developed my plan and when the time was right, I would go for it. I was constantly masturbating about him – alone in my room, driving in my car, whenever I was alone, and always before I went to sleep at night. I had even started to explore my ass with my finger, pretending it was him trying to gain entrance to my intimate anal insides. Every time I blew my load, his name was on my lips. It took a couple days, but finally the timing was right. He was alone at the lunch table, his friends had not arrived yet and no one was anywhere in earshot. I got up and walked over opposite him at the table and quickly sat down. Before I lost my nerve, I started to blurt out my rehearsed words. "Look Robbie, I have a major crush on you and have for some time now," I paused to catch my breath. My voice was ragged with nervousness and his beautiful blue eyes were making my knees weak. I continued, "anyway, if you are attracted to me in anyway, I will be by your window at midnight. If you want me to come in, keep it unlocked. If not, locked it and I will go away like this conversation never happened." With that I shot up and left the lunch room. My body was shaking with nervousness and excitement. The verbal exchange had lasted less than 15 seconds and in that time the only thing I noticed about his face was that the color had drained from his face a bit and his eyes got bigger – from also being attracted to me or being repulsed by my advances, I could not tell and I was way too nerve-racked to stay and find out. I had a feeling, he was watching me leave and I was half-tempted to wiggle my rear for him, but I was shaking so badly I probably would have fell. The plan was a good one – either his first floor window would be locked or unlocked – cut and dry – either I would have my first boyfriend (making me blush just thinking about it) or I would go back to scoping out chicks. I drove over to Robbie's place at midnight and for some reason, I was more hard then nervous. I confidently got out of my car with my keys and "roll of quarters" and walked over to his window through the mulch. The moon was full and my moonshadow was cast on the window and into his room. I paused, bit my lower lip, grabbed the window and lifted up. The window lifted easily – realizing that I had been holding my breath, I let it out and swung my right leg into the room. As my full body entered, I straightened and looked up to see Robbie standing in the middle of the room in just his underwear. In his underwear was a hard-on and if he could have seen my darkened face, he would have seen me blush in gay excitement. My own cock which was straining in my tight, green shorts jumped to the top of my waistband. I almost creamed my pants right then and there. Without a word, we stepped to each other and gently enfolding in each others arms, we started to touch our lips. I had never kissed another guy before, but for some reason this felt so right. I opened my lips slightly and he did the same sliding his tongue in to meet mine. We started to kiss very romantically at first and then our hot bodies came together the kissing became more urgent. He broke the kiss and quickly lifted my shirt off of me and dropped just my shorts, so we were both in our underwear. He was back in my arms in a flash and we continued our kissing. He broke the kiss again, bent slightly since he was a little bit taller than me and started kissing my neck. I moaned – my first of many that night. I hooked my thumb and forefinger in the waistband of his underwear and he did the same to me. Ever so slowly, we lowered each others last line of defense. My dick popped out of my underwear and pointed straight up at the ceiling. When my underwear got to about the half-thigh, they fell the rest of the way and I stepped out of them. For some reason, Robbie's got stuck and we broke the kiss, giggled like little school girls and he knocked his underwear down the rest of the way. He stood there for a moment in the moonlight, naked, and utterly gorgeous. My eyes were immediately on his gorgeous, fully-engorged manhood and I think his eyes were on mine, but I was too focused and mesmerized to notice. His cut cock was also pointing straight up and like him was long and of average width. It slightly curved to the left and I wasn't sure if I could fit something that big into my little college-aged ass, but I so wanted to try. He was more than I had imagined and I am surprised that I did not gasp (or blow) as I took him in with my senses. He even smelled good. Without moving my gaze, I picked up my jaw and whispered thickly, "thank you for leaving the window unlocked, Robbie." "It has been unlocked since I got home this afternoon in case you decided to come over early, Brian." His voice was low and sounded nervous. For some reason, I was not nervous anymore, just excited. He followed up with, "so how do we do this, I have never been with a guy before?" "Me either...how about we measure up against each other and whoever is bigger, gets to call the shots?" He responded by closing the distance and putting our hard cocks together – obviously he did not want to waste any more time with this issue. When our cocks touched both of them jumped and we giggled as a chill went up my spine...he was slightly bigger than me by about a quarter of an inch and I was okay with that. In fact, I was more than okay with that...I realized that I was hoping for it. I wanted him to be the man in the relationship and I wanted to be taken by him. Without my even thinking about it, my body and mind started to transform. Even though I was more muscular and stronger than him, I started to feel more and more feminine. I blushed and this time he saw it. Then I blinked my eyes and my jaw slackened as my new role became apparent to me. I said in a rather feminine whisper for me, "it looks like you are bigger than me, Robbie." He met my eyes and said, "I guess so." His gaze was penetrating and I wonder if he was transforming into his new role also. He put his hands on my hips and I instinctively put mine around his neck like a girl. I bit my lower lip and let him take the lead. Our hard dicks touched again and I sighed. "Robbie...I am all yours," I whispered. It came out more like a whimper...I was already whipped by him and completely helpless to his commands. Within a minute, we went from man-on-man to man-on-boy/girl. I would fulfill whatever role he wanted me in. He moved in for another French kiss and this time I just opened my mouth and let him slide his tongue inside of my mouth as I moaned into his embrace. My fingers slid into his hair and his hands dropped to my ass. Within moments I was swooning in his arms as he gently squeezed and spread my ass. Our cocks were rubbing together and all of sudden I shuddered and a wetness splashed up between us making our bellies sticky and wet. Robbie quickly stepped back surprised. I quickly blubbered in a hushed whisper, "I am so sorry. It just happened." I was embarrassed by my premature orgasm, but not surprised by it. Robbie looked at my cum dripping down his lower torso and then seemed to slowly collect himself. I lowered my head like a naughty puppy hoping that I had not ruined the night. "It's okay, it just startled me a little bit." "Do you want me to clean it off of you...," I paused for a moment, collected myself, and then in a husky voice I finished, "or lick it off you?" He said nothing. He just closed the distance between us, mashing our bodies together and started kissing me furiously. My one hand went back to his hair, the other now went to his ass and pulled him close to me. His hands were all over my ass again...I stayed hard, as he started grinding against me. My prematurely ejaculated cum was getting sticky, yet our hard dicks were sliding easily between us. I was gone – at that moment he was my everything and all I wanted to do was to pleasure my new man. He spun me around like we were slow dancing so my back was to his bed and he slowly walked our entwined bodies backward. My heart started to pound when I realized where we were headed. I was well on my way to getting laid by Robbie in Robbie's bed. As my ass met with the bed, I slowly bent at the waist without taking my eyes off of his eyes and sat as femininely as I could and started to swing my leg over the sheets, when he stopped me with his hand and moved me back to my sitting position on his bed. I was so hot for this guy. He then stepped forward and his cock was right in front of my face...I knew exactly what to do. I smiled up at him, slid my hands behind his ass eagerly and pulled him the extra inch toward my mouth. I was practically drooling when I started my lick from the bottom of his balls, to the base of his shaft and then up to his purple cockhead. Then I made an "O" with my mouth and slowly slid down on his hardness so I could feel every curve and vein as it passed my lips. It was my first experience with cocksucking, but I had been on the other end plenty of times to know how I liked it and this was what I was doing to him. My cock jumped and slapped my belly to let me know that it was happy with what I was doing, too. As my mouth reached his pubes, I tried to inhale his manly odor. His big cock was dangerously close to making me gag, but I fought off the urge. His pubes smelled strange, but I found myself liking it. I slowly started to slide my mouth back up his shaft and Robbie moaned – much like I used to do when I was getting blown by a girl. Except now I was the girl and could not think of any place I would rather be than blowing my new man (I would change my mind about this later when I was on my back, but at the moment it was wonderful). It was wonderful – his hard cock sliding in and out of my mouth – the only thought in my mind was wow. I decided at that moment that I would swallow him whole when he came, but then realized that he was the man in this newfound relationship and I was his boy. As I got to the top of his beautiful manliness, I opened my eyes, looked up at him with my head thrown all the way back, smiling and asked with a new gay whimper I had been working on for all of 5 minutes. "I love how you taste Robbie...do you want me to swallow or do you want to blow your cream all over my face?" "If you don't mind, Brian, I would like to blow my load all over your pretty face," he said. He sounded like a man in charge and if I could have swooned anymore I would have. I also noticed that he called me pretty and I gushed with joy inside. My smile could not have been any bigger and when I got my lips back onto his luscious cock I was still smiling as I slid my mouth masterfully down on his fully engorged dick. My dick jumped again and my body got tingly all over. After going down slowly a couple more times, I kept one hand on his ass and with the other one I made a ring with my forefinger and thumb and encircled the base of his shaft. Then I started to pick up the pace, moaning around him as much as a could. I also started sliding the hand on his ass down his sexy leg and back up to his ass. It did not take long when I felt his cock getting even bigger and harder than it was – I knew what this meant and the butterflies in my tummy started up again. Just as he started to command me to pull my mouth off of him, I quickly disengaged him completely, sat back and pulled my head back so he would have full access to my face. Just as quickly he brought his right hand to his cock and started to feverishly masturbate. I realized, almost too late, that I was back too far and shimmied my body forward so my chin was positioned a couple of inches under his balls. I whispered urgently, "Robbie please cum on my face, make me your little slut." With that he grunted rather loudly and shot out his first load. I actually heard it come out of him – there was a lot of force behind it. I have no idea where it landed, but the second shot found its mark right on my nose. I hissed my approval as a third, fourth and then fifth load erupted from his majesty. Each hitting my smiling face and making me flinch a little. I was fascinated how one of his testacles was hanging low and the other was up tight pumping sperm over and over because of my blowjob. I was being paid for my hard work and it was sooooo hot. My gay-flushed face was covered in his cum and I loved it. As he started to milk his cock he stated through gritted teeth, "suck the rest of it." I moved as fast as I possibly could and took him into my mouth to get the last few drops of his salty nectar - moving both hands to his warm ass to make sure he could not escape my lustful clutches. It tasted salty, but I found myself liking it. As I swallowed the remaining cum out of his shaft and felt some of his cum sliding down my face, I realized that I was completely and totally gay for my new boyfriend Robbie. As he slowly softened, I released him and sat up straight on the bed feeling proud of myself. "Do I look as claimed by you, as I feel?" Robbie replied, "you look very beautiful with my cum on your pretty face. Just curious, how long did you have a crush on me?" "Since that day that you were standing in the doorway to Marc's room and we were playing football," I said in a gushing whisper. "I wished you not have waited so long, because I always thought you were cute too – from the moment I met you and the way you said hi to me the other day got me thinking. I never would have had the guts to approach you though." I just closed my eyes and moaned my satisfaction of his words for a couple seconds. When I opened my eyes, Robbie was on his knees and in between my legs. I spread them wider, so he could have better access to whatever he wanted. Any prior resistance I had was completely and utterly gone. He masterfully grasped my cock and started to jerk me off, leaning down to kiss my throbbing cockhead a couple times. His other hand pointed at me and he slowly proceeded to move it to my ass. I rolled my hips slightly and he started to finger my hole. It felt great and within 2 minutes I started to squirt cum again moaning his name over and over while cumming. I was starting to get louder and louder – hopefully his roommates did not wake up. His one hand slowly came to a stop on my cock, but his finger never stopped sliding in and out of me. "I have a special surprise for us tonight," he said suddenly. Since my eyes were still squeezed shut, I now opened them. In his hand was small bottle of KY Jelly. He was more prepared than I was tonight – I was much more focused on the window being locked or not. Pinched in between the tube of lubricant and his finger was a 3 pack of condoms. I simply said in my gayest voice possible, "Ohhhh Robbbbie" and started to slide back onto his bed on my back like a helpless turtle. I bent my knees and put my hands on them and spread my legs as far as I could. He climbed on the bed at the foot and shuffled forward on his knees. I immediately noticed that he was hard again and I gasped in delight blushing gaily again. I was nervous because I never had a dick in my ass before, but with Robbie I was willing to try anything. He smiled down at me and noticed the deer in the headlight look on my face. His cum was starting to drip off my face on to the sheets and dry, but he didn't seem to care, so I didn't either. It was a reminder that he was in charge. College Crush "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I have been thinking about you spreading your legs for me all night, that and your nice ass. I always thought you had a nice ass, Brian. Now I am going to make love to it." I looked from his big cock to his eyes and my eyes started to water, "Robbie, I think I am already starting to fall for you. This may put me over the edge. I need to know if I am just a quickie one night stand for you or if we are going to be boyfriends." "Brian, I bought a whole box of condoms and the bigger bottle of KY from the store...with hopes of being your boyfriend. In fact, I was hoping we could be steady boyfriends after this." "Make gay love to me, Robbie," was all I said. He opened the bottle and started to pack me full of lube. I moaned, squirmed, gasped and squealed like a girl as he worked it in and out of my gay love canal. After he had worked a couple fingers into me, he slowly started to apply lube to his rubbered manhood. He looked so big, so firm and it was like his cock knew I was helpless to the power it held over my newly found gayness. Robbie was about to officially make me a fag...his little fag. The lube made my ass opening feel cool and ready for all of his masculinity. I suddenly realized that I was about to be taken by this man and he was about to pop my gay anal cherry. Robbie confidently asked, "Are you ready?" I just said rather nervously, "Yes, Robbie, please take my virginity." "Do you want me inside of your ass pussy?" I had not thought of it that way, but it sounded like a perfect description of my ass and come to think of it of me – at least the pussy part. Robbie was about to take me and make me his pussy. I wanted nothing more as I nodded, then grabbed my knees and pulled back exposing my gay pussy to him fully exposing myself to him in surrender. He moved his arms to either side of my body and positioned himself at my entrance. I looked up at him and with my eyes tried to tell him that I was his for the taking. Slowly he brought his hips forward and I moved my eyes down our naked bodies so I could watch my boyfriend's cock disappear into my virgin ass. His cockhead touched my opening and I gasped. It was like a cold finger touched me there. Then he stared down at me and started to push. As his hardness started to open me, I inhaled and then held my breath as I looked up into his predatory gaze. My eyes were wide open like the prey I was and my jaw was slack as I prepared to cry out my surrendering moans and gasps. I felt so gloriously helpless on my back underneath him. His cock was so big and it stretched me to the point that it hurt and I let go of my knees and grabbed the sheets. My held breath came out in ragged grunts, but I did not scream...I just nodded my acceptance that he could continue. His next slow thrust made it so his cockhead popped inside of me and he waited for my next nod. In a few moments, I gave it to him and he slid more of his glorious manhood into me – inch by hard inch. It felt achingly good as I got used to his size. He was being the perfect gentleman to me and I was trying to be his accommodating gay boy. This time I just kept nodding and moaning until he hit a spot in me that felt like electricity was running through me. I gasped and opened my eyes and mouth wide as I moved one of my hands to his arm and grabbed his bulged bicep muscle. He felt so strong and I felt so weak. I looked up at him with awe as he slid the rest of way in me – balls deep and stayed there looking down at me like I was all his – which I was. "You feel sooo good around my cock," he said with a big smile on his face. I was breathing deeply and my body was melting away to his complete control of me. His big cock was completely embedded into my willing and wanting bowels and he felt so wonderful that all I could do was stare up at him in amazement. With him inside of me, I felt so full and my tight grip I had on him started to slacken as the feeling of being overwhelmingly conquered by someone so much more man than me overtook my body. I let out a whimper of surrender and then another. I felt so gay and my cheeks were flushed red with lust (and dried cum). "Do you want me to make love to your little gay body, Brian?" "Please Robbie, take me over the edge and make me totally gay for you," I breathed out. My voice sounded meek and girly. He responded by slowly pulling out of me and sliding himself back in. I now had both hands on his biceps and had wrapped my legs around him. He was locked in by my legs and I felt very feminine doing this, but then again I felt like I was his girl and wanted him to know it. I also realized that my cock was fully engorged again and that it started to jump off my belly whenever Robbie hit my sexually charged spot deep, deep inside of me. After sliding in and out of me 9 or 10 times, I moaned out weakly, "Robbie please stop." He stopped and looked down at me with concern on his face, "am I hurting you?" "No, not at all. Two things before you continue to give me the best laying of my life. Number one, I wanted to let you know that I have fallen for you. In other words, I am in love with you Robbie and I think I have been for a while now." "I think I am starting to fall for you too, but I need some time," he said with deep feeling in his voice (and his cock balls-deep inside of my now gay and soon to be ravaged body). I smiled, sighed and put a hand to his cheek then back to his sexy and strong arms. My whole body tingled with joy and my hard dick jumped again, but he didn't seem to notice – he was totally focused on me underneath him with his manhood completely buried inside of me to the hilt – he could not be any deeper and I could not be more happy at that moment. It was magical and I was sooooooo totally gay for him and only him. "...and number two?" he said breaking me out of my hypnotic spell of gayness and love for my new boyfriend. "Number two, I want to make our lovemaking official. I want to be officially gay for you. I want all of you." "Okay? I'm up for that." "Pull out of me and take off the rubber. I want you to fill me up inside with your cum. When I get up later I want to feel your love cream inside of me and running down my leg like a girl who has been laid by a real man...will you please take it off?" At this point, he had been staring down at me with his beautiful blue eyes so long my cock had started to ache and drip with pre-cum. My body was on fire and it was because of this hot man and his hot big cock stuffing me. He slowly moved back exiting my now empty gaping hole. I groaned at the emptiness, but started getting chills when I realized that Robbie was about to bareback me. Sitting on his ankles like a baseball catcher he rolled the condom off his gorgeous cock which was glistening and hard reminding me of a torpedo. I was a willing target and ready for him to sink himself into me again. I started to pant in lust and anticipation as he moved back into position. My cock was straining and purple headed and his was the same. As he easily slid back in, I threw my head back, reached back a hand to grab and pull his ass forward with all my strength. My other hand was on his shoulder with my thumb in his sweaty, yet sweet-smelling armpit – If it was possible, I would have buried my face in it. As soon as he hit my special spot during his third pump in me barebacked I started to squirt cum between us and moan and gasp really loudly. My upper body lifted up off the mattress as my body was intensely rattled by my third orgasm of the night. I did not care anymore – I wanted everyone to know I was getting laid by Robbie, that his cock was driving me crazy AND that he was now my boyfriend. After my shuddering orgasm subsided, he started to really give it to me. I moved both my hands to his back and held on as best I could – my legs were wrapped around him like a good girl letting him know I wanted – no needed - him to explode inside of me. He was pounding me like a speedbag and his balls were slapping up against me with such relentless force, I could hear it echoing off the walls. I was completely submissive to his lust and started talking like a cheap slut. "Ohhhhh Robbie, I love how your balls are slapping up against my pussy" "Ohhhhh Robbie, you are such a stud" "Ooooooooooh, I want you to cum inside me" "Ohhhhh Robbie, make me ALL yours" "Ohhhhh Robbie, you're making me sooooooo gay" After running through these and other slutty statements, I shouted as loudly as I could, "I LOVE YOUR HUGE COCK!!!!" I am sure all his roommates and the apartment dwellers on the second floor heard it, too. I wanted them to hear it. I wanted everyone in Robbie's world to know that he was making wild gay love to another man and this other man was totally gay for him. This announcement sent him over the edge and his manly rhythm started to falter as I felt his cock once again get bigger and harder. I pulled his quivering and tightly muscled ass in with my ankles as his arms failed him and he fell on top of me supported by his elbows thrusting in as much hard dick into my ass pussy as humanly possible with his lovely and sexy leg and ass muscles. I gasped in pleasure as his balls started pumping me full of his seed and I wrapped my arms around his torso and he continued to claim his prize with pump after pump of his love juice. His manhood felt so alive in me as it pulsed and pumped over and over again. I was in heaven as he shuddered in a couple more pumps of cum inside of me. His body was shaking and quivering all over as he completely lost control of himself in my ass. As he slowed, his whole body let go and a fresh glean of sweat appeared all over his body. The cum from my last orgasm and his sweat was smeared all over where our bodies were sliding together and as he came down from his intense orgasm, I whispered with my best girly voice, "I love you Robbie." He just laid there for a couple minutes as I rubbed his back and ran my fingers through his hair. He was dripping sweat all over me from his head and his armpits, which I would have licked if I could. Finally, his hard-on started to subside and he wearily got up and pulled out of my claimed and cum-blasted ass pussy. The cool air rushed over my entire sweat and cum glistening body. He smiled, ran a finger down the middle of my six-pack, licked it, and climbed out of bed and into the bathroom where he started to clean up. I, on the other hand, put my arms up over my head to show my surrender and watched him go with my eyes glued to his nice ass and legs glowing with sweat. When he was gone from view, I rolled my eyes up in my head and covered my face with the nearest throw pillow. I had just gotten laid by the most gorgeous man and my secret crush of yesterday. I still could not believe it had happened and seemed like there was so much more to come. My ass was sore, but I didn't care as I got up. As soon as I did, Robbie came back into the room smiling. I smiled back, causing some of the dried cum on my face to crack...and just then I felt some of his fresh cum running down the inside my leg. I lowered my finger and scooped up the drip with my finger. I then brought my finger up, smiled like a slut at Robbie and slowly put my finger in my mouth... ...with a start, I woke up. My bed was soaked with sweat and my underwear was soaked with cum...another damn wet dream. College Crush Before I could open my door, I heard a voice behind me. "Hello…" said a male voice. My heart started to pound in my chest. Could it be him? Could it really be him? I started shaking slightly before I turned around to meet him face to face. His eyes no longer looked concentrated like I've seen many times before, but soft and gentle looking over my bashful expression. "I missed you," he said sweetly, "You haven't been coming to my games anymore." "You knew I was there the whole time?" A look of confusion spread on my face. "You stopped coming and I wonder if it was something I did." His expression was sad. He reached out his hand and stroked my cheek lightly. "No, no it wasn't you. I just lost my, my…" I felt my hot tears down my cheeks. My chest was heaving up and down. "My father is dead." I felt his strong hands rub my arms and shoulders. "Leticia," his voice more mournful. Eric took one look at my tear-stained face and reached out with his arms to hold me snuggly close to him. I didn't protest. Instead I cried all over his chest and felt his heart beating strong and hard. He looked really nervous, but for some reason I wasn't. I was waiting for this for a long time. "It's okay my pretty angel, I'm here for you. I'm going to take care of you. Please don't cry." "I saw you all the time in the stands," he added, "I wasn't sure if you were there for me or because you liked the game. I just saw you every time and I remembered you from that time you were outside my apartment," he whispered. "So you knew all this time, but why didn't you say anything to me. Why didn't you at least look at me? My voice sounded a little hurt and angry. "I wanted you Leticia, I wanted you so bad. I just didn't know how to approach you. You're so cute and pretty and I'm always filthy and covered with dirt," he cast his eyes down, "You're so reserved so I didn't think you would like, uh, you know the way I was." She looked into his handsome face and saw some anguish in his eyes. "Please tell me you feel the same for me…" he whispered trailing off. I couldn't believe it. He was in the same situation I put myself through. He was just as insecure. I wouldn't have known. "Eric." "Yes, precious." "I'm crazy about you." He ran fingers through my hair in response. Taking my face in his hands I completely melted. He licked up my tears and kissed my eyelids. He looked at my mouth and kissed it tenderly at first which turned extremely passionate a few seconds later. His hands moved up and down my back massaging me, holding me. "You're skin is so soft…" he cooed. I in return felt the hard muscles in his back. They felt massive in my small hands and he was smooth like a baby…oh so smooth. Kissing him I felt weightless. I lost track of every thing around me. I forgot how I felt previously. I only had love for him and I wanted to show him. I wanted to show him how much he meant to me. We were kissing very passionately when I felt his erection against my body. Ahhh, his beautiful cock. I will finally savor it now. "Eric." I called out to him lustily. "Lety?" he breathed deliciously in my ear. "Eric, I want you to fuck me," the words came out of fast like bullets, " I want you to fuck me like you never fucked a woman before. I was to feel you inside me." I whispered it hot and hard into his ear. That was all the encouragement he needed. He scooped me up effortlessly and opened my door. I directed him to my bed in one of the two rooms and he laid me down gently. He immediately pulled off my shirt. As soon as he unhooked my bra my breasts bounced forward to meet with his eager tongue. He gasped when he saw them, holding them to feel their softness before he tasted the little piece of heaven. "Oh god, oh god you are so…so beautiful," he said rubbing his gorgeous face on my soft flesh. He took one erected nipple in his mouth and savored it like a bear tasting honey for the first time. Moans escaped my mouth, as I lay there helpless in his arms as he took every bit of his time pleasuring my large breasts. His moved all over my body very softly just as I had imagined. His fingertips grabbed at my curves softly, kneading it like dough. His tongue traveled down my flat sexy belly until he hit my jeans. He playfully unzipped them and pulled them off my legs. My pussy was burning for him, waiting for him. He trailed his tongue along the top of my pubic hair and slowly pulled off my panties. I immediately spread my legs for him. When he touched me with his fingers I almost exploded right there, but I tried to save it a little so I can feel him pleasure me. He played a little with my clit and then moved two fingers inside my tight little pussy. "You're so fucking tight," he growled, "I'm going to fuck your brains out. I'm going to punish you good for making me wait so long…" His words made me so excited and nervous. He had a wild look in his eyes. He usually looked so docile and sweet. Not anymore, I thought. He told me to get up and positioned himself on his back. "Come here, sit on my face." I did what I was told. He positioned my face over his beautiful erection. When I slipped my lips over his head he stabbed his tongue inside my pussy. I was creaming all over his face while I sucked and licked his cock. I tasted his flavor in my mouth and it made me so hungry for more. I licked him under the head and he started to thrust wildly in my mouth. He sucked and licked my clit. I couldn't take it. I started to come. I screamed and bucked my hips wildly on his face. "You liked that, baby?" he said breathing hard. "Yes, yes, oh, yes…" "You want more?" The question rang in my head. Yes, I wanted more. I needed more, but I was so nervous. I never had actually sex with anybody. I was afraid he would hurt me. He just looked at me dreamily. He looked like he was in heaven. "Yes." I looked in his with my most demanding expression, "I want you. I want you now." He laid me out on the bed again and pressed his hard, muscular body on top of mine. He held me in his arms and proceeded to rub himself all over me. He was kissing my neck and pressing his erection against my belly. I could feel his pre cum stick to my skin giving me shivers. He reached for my lips and started to press his chest down, kneading my breasts. He wrapped my legs around him before I felt his head pressing at the entrance of my vagina. He started to push, but I stopped him before he could go on. "I'm a virgin." I whispered in his ear. He looked at me and smiled. "I'll take it slow, baby. I promise." He pushed slowly, but surely until only the head was inside. His pushed a little more and I whimpered. I grabbed at his back trying to suppress the pain. He stopped and said he couldn't move in anymore. He looked at me and I knew what he had to do. He grabbed my hips tightly and with one hard thrust he broke my hymen. I screamed in pain. He moaned feeling the walls of my pussy open and grip him like a soft wet fist. He started to thrust slowly at first, but picked up the pace soon after. My pain was all gone and my body was experiencing the most delicious pleasure. His face was buried in my neck gasping and groaning while he pumped his hips. I felt him biting my neck, sucking it while he moaned, "You feel so good…tight little Lety…" His eyes were closed. He was in a trance. The skin of his penis felt so soft so good in my… I came. Hard. I felt my skin flush as I pushed my hips upwards lifting him up with me. I felt the sensation radiated from my head to my toes as I grunted and shook of the remnants of my orgasm. He picked me up with both arms and positioned me on all fours. He gently pushed my lower back and told me to stick my ass out. I felt the tip of his cock at my newly torn opening pushing in little by little. I gasped feeling the large head probe through the opening like a big tongue. He was teasing me sticking the head in and removing it. He heard me whining in protest and laughed. He bent down to my ear and said, "My little girl is horny, isn't she? You want daddy's big dick in your sweet little pussy don't you my precious angel?" His dirty talking and heavy breathing made me even more aroused. I looked at him and said, "Fuck me hard," and meant it. "My pleasure." He rammed me hard into my pillow. My pussy actually felt tighter bent over. I was sobbing in ecstasy mixed with pain as he fucked me harder than I could ever imagine. He grabbed my ass and was digging his nails into my skin while he fucked me clearly hitting my cervix. It almost felt like he was hitting my organs. He was going absolutely wild as he furiously fucked me pounding his hips against my ass. I looked back at him and saw his face grimace as if in pain. Before I knew it I felt something hot envelope the walls of my vagina. He kept thrusting until he was spent. I felt the sensation of his hot softening cock slap on my right butt cheek. He left it there for me to feel. I suddenly felt hot sperm drip from my opening on my labia down to my clit. The heat of his sperm made me moan. I began massaging it with my two fingers. Eric watched me from behind closely as I came once more, but this time I actually squirted my juice at him. I wanted to apologize, but I saw that his dick was hard as he was stroking it. He grabbed some cum from my pussy and feed it to me in my mouth. The taste was different, but it satisfied me and I wanted more. "You want to drink from my cock?" he asked lustfully. "Give it to me." "Clean my cock with your tongue, baby." I sucked him off letting my soft lips move down his rigid shaft, trailing my tongue along it. I licked all remaining cum off the head and proceeded to suck my own juices clean off of him. He groaned and grunted. I felt it twitch suddenly before it erupted in my mouth. I tried swallowing it all at once, but some spilled over my chin. I was drunk with the flavor of his sperm. He sat lied down beside me and held me tight to his body. He felt so cuddly and warm I wanted this moment to last forever. His kissed my back and said, "You're the hottest fucking woman on the face of this earth. I'm never letting you go." His face spelled pure satisfaction. I felt only joy in my heart lying here with the man I loved. I knew from that moment on he was mine. We stayed together until sunrise holding and kissing each other. Finally I felt at home.