September
September was back with a vengeance. August had put up a good fight and just last week I could still
swim at the community pool back home. The weather teased everyone, flirting with a warm sunny
afternoon, leading us on with a brilliant sunset with fireflies dancing in the early evening, followed by
the abrupt slap of frost covering everything the following morning. With a reluctant farewell to the
summertime, it was time to head back to college.
Over the weekend I made the trek back to my studies. I had packed up my belongings, turned in my keys
to the landlord, said goodbye at work, and huddled in my car, a sweater and jacket beside me in case
the temperature dropped. The first few trees had put on their pajamas of red, orange, and yellow. The
smell of leaves burning, and the last hopeful barbecues of the year seasoned the air.
The college had a different flavor. Tires, cigarettes, and overly mown lawns peppered my nostrils as I
pulled into town. Hurdles of shrubs and ladders of ivy patrolled the walls of the larger buildings. There
were only a few students around. I like being early, gives me time to get settled in. I pulled into the
parking lot, found a spot away from the tree full of small birds discussing travel arrangements, and
turned off the car. The RA spotted and greeted me, we'd met this way the last two years, and he
guided me inside and coded my key to my room this semester. Several trips up and down the stairs
later had me winded, but everything was in, so I crashed on the upper bunk. Staring off into the hills
and valleys of the stucco ceiling I made a few plans for the remaining days before classes.
I'd never been much into sports before, but I do enjoy getting my blood pumping. My breath puffed in little
clouds as I jogged my last lap the next morning. The track was only a block from my dorm room, and I
wanted to work up an appetite for breakfast. Today it would be fruit, and plenty of water. Heading to
the dining hall, I spotted my roommate pulling in.
"What took you so long?" I asked with a grin.
"Hey Daryl!" Nick Exclaimed. He stood up as he exited his car, almost a full head taller than me now.
"You sure shot up since I saw you last semester Nick." I noticed he had grown probably another inch
and a half. "Put on a bit of weight too," he chuckled patting his tummy.
"I told you that you couldn't cheat life for long." Nick had been a wrestler in high school. It had bought
him some time, but settling down to study was finally catching up to him.
We went inside and complained to the RA about the lousy service around here. Shaking his head at our
joke he readied Nick's card for him. Several more trips up and down the stairs and Nick's stuff was
scattered on the lower bunk. Nick's a badger, and not really fond of heights, so I always let him have
the lower bunk. I myself am a walrus, and I get irritable if I don't get a good soak in the tub a few times
each week. We were both hungry now so we headed to the dining hall.
I asked him whether he'd followed the diet plan I'd suggested for him this past week. He nodded adding
"I feel good, just a little on the empty side."
"Good," I thought to myself.
We ate quickly and returned to the dorm. We spent the rest of the morning readying up the room. He
was making his bed when I hugged him from behind. "What took you so long?" He asked mimicking my
earlier question. We're both bi, have had a steady stream of girlfriends, but have remained faithful to
each other over the years.
I ran my fingers over his torso, his abs were still nice and firm. But when I cupped his pecs, there was
more than just muscle now. He drew a deep breath, and I shifted into a flimsy arm lock. Twisting out of
it he chuckled at me, pulled me over to the bed, and pinned my shoulders. His leg brushed my baggy
pants between my legs and he paused. "Seems you've done some growing too," he pointed out
blushing.
"I'll show you, but let's make you more comfortable first." He pulled off his sweater, and then peeled out
of his t-shirt. I breathed a little heavier seeing him like this again. I ran my hands along his ribs while I
licked and nibbled at his nipples. He shifted, a little uneasy as his attention stirred below the waistline. I
turned and took off my shirt, dropping it to the floor adding to the heap we'd started. He rubbed my
shoulders just the way I like it. We both kicked off our shoes and tossed our socks into the growing pile.
"Let me see it," he demanded. I shooed him away punctuated with "Not just yet."
He undid his belt and tugged off his jeans. His tented boxer briefs looked great against his athletic
figure. I reached over and fondled him, making him squirm again. It was my turn again so I freed myself
from my baggy cargo pants. He stared as he felt my balls through the fabric of my boxers. "They look
huge on you!" He rolled them over his hand, not quite sure yet they were real.
"You'll get a better look soon," I replied relieving him of his underwear. He sported a healthy five and a
quarter inches proudly at attention bobbing slowly with his breath. I rubbed up his inner thighs and
massaged the spot behind his sac. His eyes unfocused and his breathing continued to quicken.
Straddling slightly just in front of his leg I pulled down my underpants. I was still mostly soft, about six
and a half inches dangling. What caught Nick's attention though was my sac, swaying gently and
looking as though I was storing croquet balls in it. Nick balanced them, a hand under each, impressed at
the size.
"What do you think?" I asked with mischief in my smile.
"I think someone's been saving for a rainy day," he answered, still enthralled by the sight.
Sidling slowly forward, I gripped my penis and lifted it up. "Want to test them out?" He licked his lips,
and then began licking the head of it. Still flaccid, it lolled back and forth over his tongue.
Taking over for me, he held it up and ran a trail of saliva down the underside. He bathed my balls and my
member began to perk up. The tip oozed a few slow drops on his cheek. Wiping it off, he then tasted it.
"It's really sweet. What have you been eating?"
"Mostly pineapple," I replied, "and lots of water. I figured out over the summer that they start to swell
if I don't ejaculate for about a week."
"How long have you saved up this time?" Nick asked curiously.
"Going on two weeks now," I beamed. "The drawback is I have to get really worked up if I wait so long."
Taking that as a challenge Nick drew the head and a few inches into his mouth, enjoying the taste of
pre-cum. I leaned against the upper bunk and swayed my hips to get a better angle. Five minutes
passed and I still wasn't completely hard. Spotting the time on the clock Nick drew back. "You sure
have a lot stored away! I'm going to have to turn this up a notch." The stream of pre-cum continued,
and he gathered it up with his hands, and then went back to work. Still mostly soft, my cock had grown
closer to seven inches now. Nick was massaging five now, occasionally hilting it with his nose to my
pelvis.
Ten minutes, then fifteen passed. My balls seemed to be swelling with my arousal rather than shrinking
as they emptied more juice into Nick's throat. Nick had taken several breaks already to get his breath.
His stomach gurgled slightly as it began to fill.
Twenty minutes passed and I had to change places with Nick, sitting on the bunk now with his face
swimming between my thighs. Spit coated my cock and dripped down my sac in rivulets. However,
every drop of my juices went down his throat and into his belly.
Half an hour passed and he needed a break from kneeling. He lay down on his bunk, and I lay over him
in a sixty-nine. Sucking on him had turned me on now, I was displaying eight and a half inches, but
because of my girth he could only keep about three in his mouth now.
Forty-five minutes approached, and I got up. Nick was really worked up now and I wanted him in me.
"Come here," I lay back and guided him to me. Holding my legs up, Nick took out his frustration on me.
He had leaked so much over himself, and now smeared it around as lube. Pounding unsteadily into me
for about seven minutes, Nick hit his rhythm then arched as he climaxed into me. I felt him as he
throbbed and then withdrew. Panting Nick lay back on the bed. "Damn, Daryl, that was a good one," he
panted.
"Hey, I'm not done with you yet," I bristled holding up my still straining erection. "Flip over and spread
'em," I commanded. Still coated with spit and pre-cum, I eased my way to his pucker. I just rubbed the
head around between his cheeks for a few minutes, lubing him up.
"You gonna' take all day?" He asked, propping himself up on a pillow.
"Just relax and let me work this in," I shushed him.
Good and moist I began pressing in, slowly gaining inch after inch of entry. As I got deeper, my sac
began to roll over his balls, smacking them gently.
"Gods those are heavy," he exclaimed.
I kept up my slow determined pace and plowed into him more and more as my pre-cum slickened the
way. Nearly buried in him, my cock massaged just the right place, and shortly he jerked and climaxed
again.
"Holy crap! When did learn to do that?"
"Learning as I go," I grunted trying to get my pace. Gripping his legs with mine I managed to hilt the top of
my cock along the dorsal vein, and it throbbed as I kept rubbing the lower side in and out.
Finding that spot again Nick once again jerked and climaxed beneath me. "Oh God," he moaned, "you're
starting to make my balls ache."
I lowered myself over him, and bit him softly on the shoulder. A few more strokes and the dam burst.
The swollen base of my cock kept it fastened inside of him. Minutes passed and the flood slowed to a
trickle. My balls relaxed and I collapsed on top of him, still buried deep inside. We passed out together.
Hours later Nick woke up first. "Daryl, get off me or your going on the floor," he threatened rolling
partly to the side.
Still groggy I got up and admired my work. "We'll have to change the sheets already," I said smugly
pointing out the pool of cum that had backwashed once I'd gone flaccid.
Sitting up Nick rubbed his ass, "you managed to go easy on me, all things considered." As he then stood
up, Nick noticed his abs stuck out a bit more, giving him a pot belly. "Wow Daryl. Just wow. Think you'll
be ready again next weekend?"
"I can hardly wait," I said bowing down and kissing him on the tummy.