I wrote this story a little while ago on Myspace, but I think that some of you will definitely enjoy it here... I recently moved into an apartment complex across the street from my College to cut down on my commuting time and to finally gain indepenence from the parents that gave me everything I could have possibly wanted...(what was I thinking?) Another one of the main reasons why I moved into these apartments is because, around campus, these apartments are lovingly referred to as the "Beefcake Motel" where all the jocks and frat-like guys stay and play. It's like living in a 24 hour Sean Cody marathon; my cocky classmates run around the grassy lawn shirtless and sweaty, playing frisbee, hacky sak, and my favorite, plain old roughousing! If only I had some of those glasses with the cameras in the frame, I'd start my own collegeboyz.com! My first night in my new place, I run into possibly the hottest guy on the planet (that's not a coach, a teacher or a Latin gangbanger.) He was about 6'4" and chiseled like a Michelangelo sculpture. The shear girth of his arms and legs reminded me of the trunks of a Redwood tree and although I didn't have time to completely size him up, I knew that they weren't the only thing trunk-like on him. I could tell that he was Colombian, because he had naturally tan skin, blond hair, blue eyes but didn't look like a white guy. I almost froze when he walked out of his apartment...he lived directly across from me. When our eyes connected, I must have popped the hugest boner because he looked down and said "Looks like you need to take care of something, dude." I was so embarrassed that I hid in my place until I was sure he had gone back inside. Later that night, I went back and got the heaviest box from my truck, the box I had been procrastinating to retrieve this entire day. I slowly dragged my immense collection of porn up the...(oh, I forgot to say that the 'heaviest box' just happened to be my porn collection.) fifty-two hundred steps to my apartment. About half way up I hear the door open again, It's the guy, and he's only wearing a pair of mesh basketball shorts. I damn near dropped the box down the stairs when I saw the massive bulge protruding from the shorts, I knew that it wasn't even hard, just thick as hell. "You definitely need some help, right?" He asks with a chuckle. He quickly reached down and grabbed the box with one hand, swinging it into his grasp with ease. In one way, I was thrilled to watch this guy demonstrate such strength with ease, but on the other hand, I was kinda bummed because I felt a little less manly. "My name is Frederico," he said," but people call me Trunk." "I can see that." I muttered under my breath. "You can, huh?" Trunk asked jokingly. Feeling even more embarrassed, I opened the door to my apartment so he could put down the box. When we got inside the worst possible thing happened. "Damn, this thing is pretty heavy, what's in here?" As soon as the words came out of his mouth there was a snap and a crash as all of my porn DVDs, dirty mags and toys fell to the floor. I stared in horror as this beautiful straight guy stood slack-jawed, staring at "Boyz Gone Wild" and "Straight Dudes Jackin'" videos as well as my Matthew Rush life size dildo. "Uh... I gotta go...I'm late for something." And with that, my sexy man-hunk ran out of my pad and my life... or so I thought. That weekend I stayed back home, claiming to be homesick, but really because I was mortified to face anyone in that apartment again. I just knew that every dude on campus was gonna be talking about that Artemis dude with all the gay porn. Unfortunately, all it took was a day and a half for my parents to convert my room into a study and I was forced back into my hell at the "Beefcake Motel." when I came back, I stayed inside for a while, trying to study for my Anatomy Sketching quiz, but I couldn't get past the genitals, (I wonder why that was?) I heard a knock at the door; as much as I didn't want to face the angy mob of buffed out villagers, I decided I had to open the door. When I did, there were no water balloon wielding jocks, just one jock...Trunk. He was wearing the same thing I saw him in when I first met him: nothing on top, mesh shorts and Adidas. Before I could open my mouth, he said, "Look," he said, "Please don't slam the door on me... I wanna apologize. I shouldn't have run out on you like that, I was just freaked out a little..." He trailed off and stared at the scene of the incident. I replied, "Dude, it was my fault, I shoulda used more tape!" We both laughed and just like that, the tension was eased. "Anyway," Trunk said," I was wondering if I could borrow some milk. I'm out and I don't get paid until tomorrow...I'll pay you back." I have no problem giving to the sexy...it's my pleasure. As I was pouring the milk I got a wierd feeling, like someone was behind me, and when I turned around I realized...It was Trunk and he had stripped out of his clothes and was completely at attention. His rigid tool stood out from his tight crotch like an exposed drainpipe and he had a look on his face like he had been repressing his feelings for a long time. "I told you I would pay you back for the milk...where can I make my deposit?" If he wasn't so sexy, I would have turned Trunk down for giving the worst porn line in history...but he was sooo sexy! "Anywhere you want." I replied giving into what was obviously his fantasy (okay, it was mine too.) Trunk pushed me to my knees in the kitchen, putting me face to face with his cock. "I want you to suck it nice and slow" he uttered softly. I gently took his head in my mouth, licking around the bulbous head as my lips clamped down. I thrusted forward, swallowing as much of his throbber as humanly possible, but not able to get to the base. I wished that I could dislocate my jaw to accomodate his size, but we're just not made that way. The smell of his musty crotch was dizzying as I glided back and forth on his dick. Trunk moaned aloud and held onto the back of my head like a crutch, as if I was holding him up. At times he would move my hands away from his member and slowly fuck my face, picking up the pace only for a few stroks, then slowing down. I loved the way his spongy rod slid down my throat, inspecting every inch of it down to my Adam's apple. When Trunk would pull out, he would leave a major puddle of pre-cum in my mouth. We went for over an hour with him leaning my head against the cupboard and pistoning deep. He wouldn't allow me to touch myself while I serviced him, either; he knew that he could make me bust without stimulation. Trunks moans became incessant and slurred like he was being nummed by ecstacy. He shouted out, "Ungh! I need your hole, now!" He ripped his dick out of my mouth mid-suck, which hurt a little, but I was okay compared to what I was about to feel. Trunk lifted me up with ease and roughly tossed me onto the living room floor. He crouched down behind me and began to slay my wanting asshole with his wet tongue. It seemed to be as long and as thick as his cock was, but with way more movement. With my face burried into the carpet I screamed wildly as he tongue fucked me into an orgasm. I blew a hard load into the carpet, spasming with each mind-blowing blast. Trunk abruptly pulled back and moaned "You're not getting out of an ass pounding just because you came!" I had just given him a reason to fuck me even harder than he was fucking me with his tongue... he was gonna make me cum even harder than before. Trunk forced his still hard schlong into my mouth, getting it all lubed up for my pounding. When he was ready, he grabbed my hips, positioned himself, and thrusted...sending me into shock with one push. I had never felt anything that large in my life, but I knew it wouldn't be the last time. Trunk's mission was to rearrange my insides with his massive prong. His cock went so deep, time after penatrating time, that I could barely get a descent breath between thrusts. My poor little hole was being worked over by the largest Colombian snake in history and I was definitely being payed back for the milk. Trunk was so into the moment that he was forgetting to breathe, I could hear him grasp for breath after intervals of speedbagging my tight pucker. I was in so much bliss, that when I did bust the second time, I shot directly into my own mouth and coated my chin. My ass spasms, however, sent Trunk into overload and he started pounding me like it was his last fuck before he died. Five pumps later he was shooting the hottest load into my guts. He must have shot eight to ten squirts before he stopped pounding me. When Trunk was done, he collapsed on top of me, forcing himself even deeper into my butt. I fell asleep on the floor, Trunks hard dick burried deep in my insides and his arms around my waist. I woke up later on the couch covered by a blanket and with a post it note stuck to my head. It read, "You are the first and only dude I'll ever fuck. See you tomorrow night. -Trunk P.S. Look under the blanket." I threw off the blanket and saw that I was now wearing the basketball shorts I first saw him in...my keepsake from this mind-blowing experience.