ECU college student (inspired by a memory)

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  1. NCbear

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    This story is really inspired by a memory of when I saw a muscular, shirtless, bearish ECU student step out of his car to fill up his tank just 100 yards away one summer. I've changed some things -- including my age and his level of interest -- to fit the section "Fictitious Stories."

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    It was a hot day one July weekend in a small town in central NC. I was mowing the lawn at my parents' house the summer after my high school graduation. Their house was just up the street from a two-lane major mountains-to-the-beach route; lots of people stopped at the gas station on the corner, and I liked seeing how many different license plates I could recognize from about 100 yards away.

    This afternoon, in the middle of mowing, I glanced down the street at the Texaco and saw a tall, heavily muscled college-age young man step out of his black Camaro, its T-tops open. His shirtless back rippled with muscles as he dug his wallet out of a back pocket. His physique was reminiscent of football or baseball players who work out obsessively. My mouth went dry and my hands started shaking. I couldn't push the mower for a moment, so I just stood there and stared, the sun beating down on my head and back like a hammer on metal.

    When he turned around to lean back against the car as he held the pump nozzle, I was knocked almost breathless for several moments as I took in his hairy chest and lean abs. The hair grew thickly over his bulging pecs and narrowed as it plunged to his belly and dipped beneath the waistband of his low-slung cutoffs. I couldn't help noticing a fairly large bulge going down one leg; something sure enough was pushing forward and letting itself be seen.

    As I watched, he looked up and saw me. His smile was a white slash in his darkly tanned face. He raised a hand and waved. I could hardly lift my arm to wave back, I was struck with such a wave of lust washing over me.

    After a few more moments, he glanced back down to finish filling his tank. I went back to mowing the lawn, going slowly around in a smaller and smaller circle, thinking there wouldn't be any more drama and that this was just a chance glance of a handsome stranger.

    But this time, it was different. As I came back around to the street, I saw a thick mag wheel and a polished black fender. My eyes snapped up to see him smiling at me through the Camaro's open window, his brown eyes deep, warm, and friendly.

    I cut off the mower and walked over to him slowly, trying not to seem too eager. I knew what he was seeing--my lean body, built like the swimmer I was then, my hair bleached blond from my lifeguard job at the local lake beach, my chest hair just coming into play, a light but well-defined happy trail, my legs strong and well-muscled from years of riding bicycles.

    Resting my arms on the passenger door, I leaned into his car and smiled back. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the ECU Pirate logo in his back window, the purple and gold bright in the midafternoon sunshine.

    "Hey, man, wassup?" My God, I thought, even his voice sounds sexier than James Bond's.

    "Wassup?" I said, making my voice as deep as his so I'd seem older, though I was only in my last year of high school. He looked like such a man, not a college boy, his shoulders broad and thick with muscle. He must've outweighed me by at least 50 pounds, and I was six feet tall and 175 at the time.

    "I been drivin' all day from Greenville, 'n' been sweatin' like a pig. Got any place 'n this town t' cool off?"

    "Yeah, th' swimmin' pool, down near th' seminary," I said, trying to remember the English language and make sense while I watched a bead of sweat find the crest of one of his large, dark pink nipples. It hardened as I watched. His bulge shifted down toward his inner thigh. I raised my eyes to his face. I didn't think he'd seen where I was looking.

    "How close 's that?" The low throb of the Camaro's engine changed slightly as he shifted in his seat, the muscles of his torso following his lower body one half-beat later. I swallowed--loudly, it seemed to me, though he didn't seem to notice.

    "On th' oth'r side 'f town. Not far." I tried to be nonchalant. Maybe I could give him directions without jumping his bones.

    But nothing could've prepared me for what he said next: "I git lost eas'ly, ev'n places I know. No sense 'f direction, y'know. Ya mind 'f I take a cold show'r here? I jist need t' cool off."

    "Awright." Damn, I thought. DAMN. Did he really just ask that, and did I really just say it was okay? Is this man really gonna be naked in my home in just a few minutes?

    [To be continued...]
     
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    He drove around to the front of the house and parked under the maple tree. Luckily, neither of my parents was home, and they weren't expected back until evening, so there wouldn't be any questions about whose black Camaro that was.

    He came around the side yard as I was putting away the mower. Close up, he looked like an East Indian or a Persian man, but he talked like he was from "down East" in North Carolina. Trying to sound like my tongue wasn't dragging on the ground, I asked him where he was from.

    "Yeah, man, I'm a Lumbee Indian. Got me a football schol'rship t' ECU. Goin' t' visit m'aunt 'n' uncle in Boone b'tween summer school sessions." His hands looked as large as grappling hooks, their knuckles and backs thick with hair. His forearms bulged with hairy muscle as he lifted his duffel bag to his shoulder to climb the back porch steps.

    The ceiling fan in the back entry whirred. He rubbed his chest with one big hand. "Kinda feels good in here, dudn't 't?"

    I knew what he meant. Even thought we didn't have air conditioning, the old house's high ceilings and the maples, oaks, and pecans that shaded the house kept the inside temperature bearable even on the hottest days.

    "Gotta go upstairs. M'parents have a jacuzzi now, so the only shower's upstairs. I'll git y' a towel after I show y' th' way." I could barely say the words as it began sinking in: He's going to be naked in my house in a moment!

    He followed me up the stairs, his steps coming slower and slower. Puzzled, I turned around on the landing.

    "What's th' matter?"

    "Nothin'." But he wouldn't meet my eyes.

    "What?" I persisted. I crossed my arms.

    "Nothin', man." Was it my imagination, or was his face slowly turning dark red under his tan? He looked up at me.

    "Tell me." I held his eyes with mine.

    "Uh, I'm a little ... a little ... self-conscious." His voice dropped low.

    "'Bout what?"

    "Uh, I'm a little nervous 'bout bein' nekkid 'roun people I don't know."

    Okay, I thought, but you were the one who wanted a cold shower and asked a stranger to let you into his house. "Why?"

    "'Cuz I'm diff'rent fr'm most guys." His voice was lower still. He dropped his eyes to his feet.

    "How, if y' don't mind my askin'?" I was curious now. Three testicles? Pubic hair long enough to braid? What?

    "Uh... Istillhaveev'ry'thin'Iwasbornwith."

    The last came out with a rush so fast I wasn't sure what I'd heard. "What? I didn't hear y'."

    "I ... didn't have th' ... stand'rd operation."

    I almost didn't catch the last two words, and then it clicked. My frown transformed into a smile.

    "Then we're th' same. Neither did I."

    His head snapped up and his eyes locked on mine. "Really?" My smile grew broader as I nodded, and then he broke out into a relieved grin, fully as bright as his earlier smile outside, but even more potent in the shaded house.

    "Cool."

    "Yeah," I said. "No need 't all t' be embarrassed. I'll jist git y' a towel while y' git ready t' cool off."

    I practically ran down the stairs hoping he'd undress slowly so I could see more of him. I'd seen my uncles pissing at the state fair, so I knew they were uncut, but I was the only one of my brothers or cousins--or white guys who lived in town, for that matter--who was uncut. Whenever guys asked in the showers why I wasn't circumcised, I told them the truth: I was born premature, so the doctors didn't want to take a chance on possible infections. A few of the other guys were uncut, too, but I hadn't ever seen a good-looking adult uncut guy except pictures of Greek and Roman statues in my father's Encyclopedia Britannica.

    [To be continued...]
     
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    The water started up before I found a towel. So I walked back up the stairs at a more normal pace.

    Sure enough, I could see his dark outline through the translucent shower curtain drawn around the clawfooted tub. He looked even more masculine in the shadowed bathroom, lit only by the square of light on the floor from its open window.

    "Here's y'r towel, man." I turned to go.

    "Couldja wash m'back for me, man?" He leaned out of the tub, the washcloth and soap in one hand, the other holding back the curtain. His ass sure was fully muscled, I couldn't help noticing.

    "Awright." Damn, I thought again. Did he just ask that, and did I just say yes? I blinked my eyes and came back to reality as he turned his back. His ass was even more fully muscled than I thought. His tanlines were not as distinct as mine, because he probably started with a darker skin tone than mine.

    I started rubbing his back with the washcloth. His back was like live marble.

    "A little harder, man, if y' don't mind."

    "Umkay." So I rubbed a little harder.

    Then he shocked me again.

    "Now, how 'bout m'front?" Without giving me a chance to say yes, no, or send up a prayer to help me prepare myself, he turned around.

    [To be continued ... ]
     
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    Don't stop there, that's just mean

    please continue
     
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  6. Matthew

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    A+, keep going
     
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    My knees went weak. Right in front of me was a thick, long, uncut semi-hardon arching out over balls the size of turkeys' eggs. Everything was wet and slick and dark-brown and gorgeous. His cockskin, darker than his body, was pulled slightly back from the tip, showing a dark pink head.

    I took a deep breath and put some soap on the washcloth and started rubbing it on his chest. Playfully, he flexed his pecs as I rubbed them. The water wasn't really cold--it was only lukewarm due to the heat--but his nipples still peaked as I rubbed across them. In fact, when I rubbed across his left nipple, over his heart, his cock jumped and started pumping up like a crane raising construction materials to the next floor of a skyscraper.

    I couldn't say anything, my mouth was so dry. I could barely move my arms, they were so weak and shaky with desire. The soapsuds were white against his dark reddish-brown skin and his curly so-dark-brown-it-was-almost-black body hair.

    He mumbled something in a low guttural tone.

    "What?"

    Low-voiced, he grunted, "Keep on goin'. That feels good."

    My sense of humor comes out at the strangest times. Here I was in a darkened bathroom washing this hot man's front while his cock grew larger and larger--a scene out of a porn movie, if there ever was one--and I had to resist the urge to chuckle. "I know it does. I have eyes."

    I smiled up at him as I carefully squeezed some water onto the very tip of his cock, now more exposed as the skin pulled back. He smiled back.

    "Yeah, ev'ry time I show'r, I git hard. Th' guys joke 'bout it w'th me all th' time. But they like t' see it, I c'n tell. Ev'ry time I git hard, they git hard too."

    Wow, I thought. Imagine being in that college football locker room. This huge-hung, absolutely beautiful man showing off his hard-on to the rest of the team, each of them with a hard-on as well. Heaven!

    I cleared my throat. "What d' y'all do then?"

    "Well.... y'know, guys bein' guys, we 'relieve some press're.'" He chuckled a little, man-to-man.

    I couldn't help but laugh, he looked so cutely cocky, like a little boy knowing he was getting away with being bad. "Yeah?"

    "Yeah."

    I made my move. "Wanna keep up th' tradition? Be happy to help y'"--I looked up at his face and smiled--"'relieve a little press're,' as y' put it."

    "Sure, man. Go 'head."

    I wrapped my hand around the head of his cock, amazed that my fingers could barely touch my thumb. It was as thick as an apple--a Red Delicious. Some women's fists weren't as big as that cockhead.

    With my hand placed as it was, my thumb was rubbing his frenulum very gently. I increased the pressure and he gasped, thrusting his hips forward. Some clear precome coated the tip already, making the whole thing even wetter. As I knelt there, I realized I was about to get drenched by both the shower and his come.

    "Hey, man, let's turn off th' water."

    "Okay," he said, and reached around behind him as he leaned back to rinse the soap off his torso. My hand was still holding him tight; I nearly laughed again, thinking I just kept him from falling backward.

    I stood up, let go of his thick hard-on, and dropped my cutoffs to the floor, followed shortly by my socks and shoes. I knelt down again and took him in my hand, amazed anew at its fullness and how it throbbed with every beat of his heart. It stood out straight, parallel to the floor, looking for all the world like a missile ready to shoot. My thumb started rubbing his frenulum again, which was now sticky with precome.

    He made another low-voiced guttural mumble.

    "What?" I looked up at him.

    "I wanna feel y'rs."

    So I stood up and thrust my hips forward and let him explore my own banana-shaped, big-headed just-above-average hard-on. His curiosity was evident. He moved my skin back and forth over the head like he'd never seen one before--and maybe he hadn't. My skin was quite a bit longer than his, and tapered to a spouty point. It was thin and soft, and it came back down over the head all by itself when he let go of it.

    His skin was thicker and didn't show the outline of his cockhead quite as well; also, now that he was hard, the skin was behind the flare of his glans, which curved like a Greek helmet. I had to pull fairly hard to get it to come over the ridge of the head, and the catch in his breathing and thrust of his hips let me know how sensitive it was, right there.

    We soon got into a comfortable jacking rhythm. His thumb was on top of my cockhead, kneading it through the skin as he moved it back and forth over the head. That was one of my more sensitive spots, as he could feel from my cock's reactions to his movements. In contrast, I'd managed to put my pinky finger on the underside of his cockhead, where his frenulum was growing more and more wet and sticky, and titillated it as I jacked him off with a tighter grip than he was using on me.

    His breathing suddenly grew more labored and the red blood rushed up his chest and neck. His cock, impossibly, grew thicker and harder, and the head seemed about to pop. His nipples stood out like pencil erasers. A few more strokes, and his hips started thrusting in counterpoint to my moving hand.

    "Aah, oh, yeah, man!" he shouted, thrusting faster, his juicy cock smacking against my palm in rhythm.
     
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    I almost came, his hand on my cock, as his hose exploded all over me, the floor, and the shower curtain in thick pulsing jets of jizz, his hips pushing forward with every jet. He thrust slower as his orgasm ebbed, his head thrown back against the bathroom wall, his mouth open, his groans loud and deep. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen (or heard).

    Slowly, very slowly, he came back to earth. His eyes regained their focus.

    "Hey, man, that wuz great. Felt damn' good." He smiled at me like a sated mongrel.

    "Yeah?"

    "Yeah." He rubbed his upper chest and yawned.

    [To be continued ... ]
     
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    Regaining his energy, he spun me around with those big hands and leaned me back against his muscular frame as his left hand reached around for my hard-on. Pulling the skin all the way forward and back faster than I ever do, he soon had me moaning.

    His chest hair was prickly against my back as I leaned back with every stroke. With his other hand, he fondled my balls as I got closer and closer to the runaway inescapability of orgasm.

    "Oh ... yeah ... OH ... YEAH..." I could hardly make intelligible noises, his hand was moving so fast and causing so much pleasure. The hand on my balls began alternating with my right nipple, tweaking it and bringing me to a new awareness of the wiring between my chest and my cock. The hand on my cock squeezed hard on every other out-stroke, making me shiver deliciously and gasp and tremble in his grasp. I felt like a musical instrument being played by a master.

    His thick cock, still mostly hard, pushed up my spine between my ass cheeks. His come, still sticky, began to dry and pull my ass hairs--another new sensation, and one that made me tingle and shake.

    Then all of a sudden I felt that unmistakable feeling--the river of come welling up from an underground place beneath my feet and moving up my legs and into my crotch and then--

    "Oh, OH, OH GOD! I'm coming, I'm coming, oh God, I'm coming!" I had turned my head and was shouting into his muscular shoulder as his strong arms supported me and tantalized my sensitive cockhead and balls at the same time. I shuddered and shook, my legs almost giving way, as my come spurted out. I found out later the farthest shot was almost 15 feet away.

    "Stop stop STOP!" His still moving hand was too much; his thumb had gotten under the foreskin and was rubbing over my pisshole. I backed into him to try to escape the overpowering sensation.

    He finally stopped and just held me. I was gasping for breath, my legs still twitching and refusing to hold me.

    After a moment, he turned me around again.

    "Man, y' c'n really come. Better'n anyone on th' team. Nev'r saw someone s' energetic, or heard someone s' loud," he said, his eyes wide but full of humor. "N' it felt good t' play with someone jist like me. None 'f this lube shit. Jist pulling back and forth till... y'know."

    "Same here," I managed to say, still mostly breathless.

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    That was the start of a friendship with an honest fuck-buddy which--although he identifies as predominantly heterosexual and has had several long-term girlfriends--has lasted to this day. In fact, I went to college that fall at ECU; we had many interesting mutual jackoff sessions before he graduated that involved a lot of body contact and uninhibited delight in each other's reactions. He introduced me to others on the football team, and several of us would have group jackoff sessions in the swimming pool showers or in someone's room on the weekends.

    Every so often he comes driving through the larger North Carolina city where I now live. He keeps buying black cars, though not Camaros--those big 7-series BMWs from the late 90s are more his style, now that he's become the owner of a string of gyms in the central part of the state.

    It'll be a warm day, the doorbell will ring, and I'll open the door--and he'll be there, shirtless and hairy and muscular on the other side of it, a cocky grin on his face, his first words in that deep masculine voice: "Wanna play?" And I open the door wide.
     
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    Fantastic !
     
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    Masterful, of its kind. Probably the best story I've read on the board.
     
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    You have got to be kidding me. Best story on the board? (sheepish, but pleased, grin breaking out on my face)

    But thanks for the compliments. My other head is swelling right now. :biggrin1:

    NCbear

    P.S. More stories to come. Give me a moment (or a little longer) to think them up. Not all gay, either.
     
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    To be frank, I don't read them all. But all these stories brush right up against the absurd (yours too, since the genre requires it), and most tip over into it (but yours held back just enough).

    Yeah. Write some more.
     
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    Absolutely write more.

    You have a way with imagery that makes the events and the characters come alive.
     
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    I agree. It is refreshing that you spend as much effort on the nonsexual details as the sexual ones; and the well-roundedness shows. Nice work.
     
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    An erotic story with one of the greatest amounts of substance, structure and skilled writing I've read on this board, or any other, for that matter. Great job! Keep up the good work!
     
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    Reminded me of a straight buddy of mine. Great story!
     
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    I had a friend in high school that - I now realize - made several advances toward me in a similar fashion. I was just too nervous to accept. You've made me think of him, his fabulously hairy chest, and his uncut cock.

    One time, when he slept over, he took his boxers off in his sleep and when we woke up the next morning, he was snuggled up next to me with "morning wood" and leaking precum. Since I am both cut and generate absolutely no precum, I was immediately hard with awe and curiosity. Also, it was the first time I had seen his dick up close. Damn that memory is still hot to me. The hair on my chest didn't come in until college and after. His was already in and looked fabulous. I can still visualize his cock - thick pubes, very pink head, lots of foreskin - all of which I wish I'd played with when I had the opportunity. Wish I'd known then that I had the chance - I'd love to have the chance now.

    Ed
     
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    That was awesome, I wish I had a fuck buddy like that great story well done Thanks!
     
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    this really was a great story. i'd like to know if the real event was anything like this.
     
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