I’ve been putting off writing up these memories because they’re SO intense for me. These are all FACTS, except for the one paragraph describing my fantasies.
I transferred to a new college my junior year and I'll never forget when this guy, Todd A., walked into class on my very first day there. I about fell out of my chair. Never before or since have I fallen in lust, later in love, with a guy so hard and so fast. He was the most drop dead gorgeous guy I’d ever seen outside of TV, movies, mags, etc. It was really awkward because I couldn’t stop staring at him. It was a small group in this particular major and we all were in the same classes and all became good friends. I managed to become best friends with Todd. He was (mostly?) straight and I was in the iron-clad closet so he never knew how over-the-top horny I was for him. We were exactly the same size: 5’-8”, 125 lbs, 28 inch waist, he was 20, I was 21. We could have worn each other’s clothes (more on that later). The only difference was our bulges. Todd’s was AMAZING. Clearly a full package, much bigger looking than mine. I spent the next 3 years studying it every chance I got. During warm weather he wore cutoff shorts. It was back in the day when guys wore shorts that were actually short! Here’s a pic I found, NOT him, but it’s a perfect match! It really could be a pic of Todd:
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Did I ever get to see Todd naked? No, well mostly no. I never got to see his cock, HUGELY frustrating. But we were changing at the gym once and I saw his beautiful ass very briefly when he slipped out of his speedos and into his undies. He’d turned his back and the peek was quick, but I remember being able to see dark hair between his cheeks. I know he was mostly smooth (having studied his body in his speedo) with only a faint treasure trail but I have a pic of him from the 8th grade and he was already sporting a whispy mustache then, so I’m guessing his pubes were thick. He had very sexy leg hair too. And his speedo bulge was the stuff of dreams! He tried to keep his cock bunched up and centered but sometimes while swimming his cock would shift up and to the side so I got a great length view! So while I never got to see his nude body I did have a very clear mental picture of what it must look like. I found this pic on line and the body is a near perfect match. Todd, like me, was a mostly smooth twink. His soft cock must have been very full. The hair on the guy below is a really close match too. I don't know if Todd was cut or not, but given the bulge I wouldn't be surprised if he's intact.
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I can’t tell this story without an actual picture of Todd (face blurred). The few pics I still have of him don’t really do justice to just how hot his body was. If anyone wants to see his full pic, hit me up in DM.
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(Side note: I took the pic above and put it into a freebie AI program that converted his body into a nude. It did a good job but the body it came up with was much more muscular than Todd’s. Still hot though!)
Todd lived in the dorms all four years in college, I was in an apartment, but there was one year when he stayed over the summer and we roomed together in my apartment. I knew he would move back to the dorms in the fall so I took advantage of sharing the space with him starting on day one.
We’d been swimming laps together for a while and on his first day in the apartment I noticed he always left his speedo hanging on the back of a chair in his room right by the door. He told me once that he’d wear it whenever he ran out of clean underwear. The first time I had the apartment to myself one morning I went into his room and picked up his speedos. I know he never washed them since swim suits were kind of self-rinsing anyway. I examined the insides and gaged the stretch of the bulge. Then I brought it up to my nose and took a quick whiff. NICE! Despite the chlorine they had a really sexy musky scent that sent a very positive charge through me. I arranged them so my nose was right in the bulge and took another, much longer and repeated sniffs. Beautiful! It was an instant chemical match! I looked down and examined the ass crotch. Looked clean. I brought it up and carefully held the spot tight under my nose and breathed in through my nose for a full minute or so, exhaling though my mouth. His musk was delicious! (Side note: We only swam for a month or so but I noticed he left his speedo hanging on his chair by the door for the entire summer. I wonder if he was sending a signal? Or if he was monitoring it's position to see if it ever moved?
I moved on from his speedos to his sneakers that were on the floor. I buried my nose in them and took long deep breaths. Even his feet smelled awesome! I opened his closet door and saw his jock strap hanging on a hook. Hmmm….I wondered when he ever wore it. He wasn’t a runner or did anything particularly athletic other than swimming. I took it down, examined it very closely. It was clean, didn’t look like he wore it a lot. I buried my nose in the cup for a minute, then focused on the bottom part that was closest to his ass. Nice, but it didn’t have the musk of his speedo, it was clearly laundered more. Messing with his jock and speedo was a first for me, I’d never played with another guy’s undies before. Burying my nose in the space where his cock was nestled was SO arousing. I remember having to masturbate that morning after doing it. I also tried on a couple pairs of his cutoff shorts, I was amazed at how roomy the crotch area was. I looked in the mirror and my bulge didn't even begin to fill out the bulge as much as his did. Damn he must have been huge.
While nosing around his room I checked out his underwear drawer. He wore bikinis in those days, damn I bet he looked good in them! He had one pair that was his “sexy” pair. The sides were thin straps, the cup and ass were burgundy, VERY sexy design. He also had a box of condoms which I opened, it was about 2/3rds full. Best of all, they were Magnums!! My dream was always to find a used one by his bed or something but I never did. I checked his underwear drawer every day to see what undies he was wearing that day and see if he’d used a condom, which he did every couple weeks. I wondered who he wore them with as he wasn’t dating anyone.
On day 2 of being roomates I made the plunge into his laundry bag. I remember taking out a used t-shirt and smelling the armpits. He never had pit stains but I could smell his pit sweat and deodorant. Very heady! Then I took out the topmost pair of undies that he’d worn the day before. Wow…. I couldn’t believe I was handling them. They looked clean with no trace of stains. I took them back to my room and stripped naked so I could masturbate. The act of actually smelling his dirty undies was a huge step for me. I carefully laid his undies on my pillow and arranged them so the ass crotch was facing up and uncovered. I laid down, my face inches from them, hesitated nervously, then let my face drop into them with my nose directly over the ass patch. I held my breath for a good 30 seconds until I HAD to inhale, which I did. A LONG deep inhale. My mind was blown. His scent was fantastic, so musky and it smelled great to me. I understood then what was meant by “chemistry”. Every scent from every part of his body was heavenly to me. That first day I masturbated by grinding my crotch into the bed like I was fucking it, the whole time with my face buried in his undies.
From then on for the rest of the summer I jacked off multiple times a day fantasizing about Todd, the first jack off of every day with his most recent pair of undies that I’d dig out of his laundry bag. I never missed a day. Every day I’d scrutinize his undies looking for interesting stains. He was a real neat freak as they almost never had skid marks. I remember the one (and only one) time I found a small skid mark. I concentrated my nose over that mark and it smelled just as delicious as the rest of him, only more intense! There were two occasions where I found dried cum stains. I tried on those undies both times to get an idea of how long his softening cock was when he left the stain. No question the basket was a little roomier than my undies but my semi-hard cock lined up pretty well with the cum stains. Both times I really concentrated on the cum stains, holding them in my mouth and working them with my tongue until they got moist again. Admittedly I couldn’t taste much but having orgasms with his cum on my tongue was mind blowing. (Pic below isn’t me, but it’s how I spent part of every day!)
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The kinkiest thing I ever did was a night when I got up to take a leak. When I went into the bathroom I saw that he’d taken a piss earlier and forgotten to flush. The bowl was filled with his nice yellow pee. My pervy, Todd-obsessed libido kicked into gear immediately. I knelt down by the toilet and put my finger into his piss, stirring it around for a minute. It was disappointedly cold but still highly erotic. Then I took it out and put my finger in my mouth, licking the piss off my finger. Hmmm, not a strong flavor but enough to shoot a jolt through my cock. I ended up putting my whole face into the bowl so I could twirl my tongue around in his piss. Then I put my lips into it and slurped in a mouthful. I sat up, held the piss in my mouth, savoring the flavor, then swallowed. The flavor was intense but it tasted just like my own piss, which I’d tried tasting a few times in the past. But the fact that it was TODD’s piss was huge! And yes, I went back to my room and masturbated with the taste of his piss in my mouth.
My fantasies about TODD were surprisingly few, but very well developed! Obviously they centered around long, intense make out sessions with lots of tongue, sucking his cock, tasting his cum, and eating his delicious ass in all different positions. The fantasy I used the most was about how I’d like things to play out if he ever let me suck him, and how I would take my time and enjoy every second:
I’d want it to be at the end of a long HOT day, when his scents were at their best. I’d have him lay down on my bed with his legs hanging over the edge so his ass was right up to the edge of the bed. He’d be wearing the shorts pictured above. I’d be kneeling between his spread legs and I’d a make a lengthy, up close examination of the bulge I’d been admiring for so long. I’d lean in and start giving it short little kisses, making sure to kiss every part of the bulges on each side of the zipper. I’d then carefully unzip his shorts, keeping them buttoned. I’d spread the fly open and put my nose inside, taking deep breaths. I’d then pull off his shorts, leaving his undies on, and have him roll over so he was on all fours, back arched, ass up. I’d rub my hands over his ass and bring my face in close and softly press my nose into the fabric covering his ass. Again I’d take long, deep breaths and linger there for a long time, really savoring his amazing aroma. I’d then carefully pull the fabric to one side just enough to expose his beautiful asshole. I’d lean in and give it few, very light kisses. Then I’d bury my nose into it and take more long, deep breaths. I’m sure it would smell amazing! I’d peel off his undies and go to town on his delicious ass, making out with like I was French kissing it, working my tongue into it as far as possible. The experience would be greatly enhanced by Todd’s moaning. I’d always wondered what he would sound like moaning during sex, especially while he was cumming. My oral exploration of his ass, balls, and ultimately cock would be long and thorough. I can only imagine the first whiff and taste of his cock as I’d slide it into my mouth, feeling it get harder and harder. Ultimately he would cum in my mouth. I’d be sure to keep my lips sealed around just the tip of his cock, working his frenulum with my tongue and feeling the warmth of every spurt directly onto my tongue. I can’t even imagine what his cum would taste like but I know I would love it!
Todd ended up leading the straight life but I know for a fact he was at “curious” when we were friends in college. He never had a steady girlfriend and we spent a LOT of time together. There were a couple of times when he’d come into my room at night when I was still awake and reading in bed. He’d sit on the edge of the bed, close enough to be "interesting" and we’d talk for a while. I always made a point of smoothing out the sheet to clearly show my bulge and both times he spent the whole conversation sneaking peeks at my bulge. The biggest, most painful regret I’ve ever had occurred one night when we were walking back to the apartment. I don’t remember what led up to it, but he was asking if I thought lesbian sex was hot. I said sure! He went on to ask if I thought it was weird that it was two people of the same gender having sex. I don’t remember my answer but he followed up with, “There’s nothing wrong with a little experimentation.” I STUPIDLY didn’t pursue the conversation. I’m certain now that we could have tried having sex that very night. Biggest regret ever!
I'm sure I'm forgetting a lot of details about Todd, so if you have any questions or want to know more, just reply below. If you want more pics of him, hit me up in DM.
I transferred to a new college my junior year and I'll never forget when this guy, Todd A., walked into class on my very first day there. I about fell out of my chair. Never before or since have I fallen in lust, later in love, with a guy so hard and so fast. He was the most drop dead gorgeous guy I’d ever seen outside of TV, movies, mags, etc. It was really awkward because I couldn’t stop staring at him. It was a small group in this particular major and we all were in the same classes and all became good friends. I managed to become best friends with Todd. He was (mostly?) straight and I was in the iron-clad closet so he never knew how over-the-top horny I was for him. We were exactly the same size: 5’-8”, 125 lbs, 28 inch waist, he was 20, I was 21. We could have worn each other’s clothes (more on that later). The only difference was our bulges. Todd’s was AMAZING. Clearly a full package, much bigger looking than mine. I spent the next 3 years studying it every chance I got. During warm weather he wore cutoff shorts. It was back in the day when guys wore shorts that were actually short! Here’s a pic I found, NOT him, but it’s a perfect match! It really could be a pic of Todd:
Did I ever get to see Todd naked? No, well mostly no. I never got to see his cock, HUGELY frustrating. But we were changing at the gym once and I saw his beautiful ass very briefly when he slipped out of his speedos and into his undies. He’d turned his back and the peek was quick, but I remember being able to see dark hair between his cheeks. I know he was mostly smooth (having studied his body in his speedo) with only a faint treasure trail but I have a pic of him from the 8th grade and he was already sporting a whispy mustache then, so I’m guessing his pubes were thick. He had very sexy leg hair too. And his speedo bulge was the stuff of dreams! He tried to keep his cock bunched up and centered but sometimes while swimming his cock would shift up and to the side so I got a great length view! So while I never got to see his nude body I did have a very clear mental picture of what it must look like. I found this pic on line and the body is a near perfect match. Todd, like me, was a mostly smooth twink. His soft cock must have been very full. The hair on the guy below is a really close match too. I don't know if Todd was cut or not, but given the bulge I wouldn't be surprised if he's intact.
I can’t tell this story without an actual picture of Todd (face blurred). The few pics I still have of him don’t really do justice to just how hot his body was. If anyone wants to see his full pic, hit me up in DM.
(Side note: I took the pic above and put it into a freebie AI program that converted his body into a nude. It did a good job but the body it came up with was much more muscular than Todd’s. Still hot though!)
Todd lived in the dorms all four years in college, I was in an apartment, but there was one year when he stayed over the summer and we roomed together in my apartment. I knew he would move back to the dorms in the fall so I took advantage of sharing the space with him starting on day one.
We’d been swimming laps together for a while and on his first day in the apartment I noticed he always left his speedo hanging on the back of a chair in his room right by the door. He told me once that he’d wear it whenever he ran out of clean underwear. The first time I had the apartment to myself one morning I went into his room and picked up his speedos. I know he never washed them since swim suits were kind of self-rinsing anyway. I examined the insides and gaged the stretch of the bulge. Then I brought it up to my nose and took a quick whiff. NICE! Despite the chlorine they had a really sexy musky scent that sent a very positive charge through me. I arranged them so my nose was right in the bulge and took another, much longer and repeated sniffs. Beautiful! It was an instant chemical match! I looked down and examined the ass crotch. Looked clean. I brought it up and carefully held the spot tight under my nose and breathed in through my nose for a full minute or so, exhaling though my mouth. His musk was delicious! (Side note: We only swam for a month or so but I noticed he left his speedo hanging on his chair by the door for the entire summer. I wonder if he was sending a signal? Or if he was monitoring it's position to see if it ever moved?
I moved on from his speedos to his sneakers that were on the floor. I buried my nose in them and took long deep breaths. Even his feet smelled awesome! I opened his closet door and saw his jock strap hanging on a hook. Hmmm….I wondered when he ever wore it. He wasn’t a runner or did anything particularly athletic other than swimming. I took it down, examined it very closely. It was clean, didn’t look like he wore it a lot. I buried my nose in the cup for a minute, then focused on the bottom part that was closest to his ass. Nice, but it didn’t have the musk of his speedo, it was clearly laundered more. Messing with his jock and speedo was a first for me, I’d never played with another guy’s undies before. Burying my nose in the space where his cock was nestled was SO arousing. I remember having to masturbate that morning after doing it. I also tried on a couple pairs of his cutoff shorts, I was amazed at how roomy the crotch area was. I looked in the mirror and my bulge didn't even begin to fill out the bulge as much as his did. Damn he must have been huge.
While nosing around his room I checked out his underwear drawer. He wore bikinis in those days, damn I bet he looked good in them! He had one pair that was his “sexy” pair. The sides were thin straps, the cup and ass were burgundy, VERY sexy design. He also had a box of condoms which I opened, it was about 2/3rds full. Best of all, they were Magnums!! My dream was always to find a used one by his bed or something but I never did. I checked his underwear drawer every day to see what undies he was wearing that day and see if he’d used a condom, which he did every couple weeks. I wondered who he wore them with as he wasn’t dating anyone.
On day 2 of being roomates I made the plunge into his laundry bag. I remember taking out a used t-shirt and smelling the armpits. He never had pit stains but I could smell his pit sweat and deodorant. Very heady! Then I took out the topmost pair of undies that he’d worn the day before. Wow…. I couldn’t believe I was handling them. They looked clean with no trace of stains. I took them back to my room and stripped naked so I could masturbate. The act of actually smelling his dirty undies was a huge step for me. I carefully laid his undies on my pillow and arranged them so the ass crotch was facing up and uncovered. I laid down, my face inches from them, hesitated nervously, then let my face drop into them with my nose directly over the ass patch. I held my breath for a good 30 seconds until I HAD to inhale, which I did. A LONG deep inhale. My mind was blown. His scent was fantastic, so musky and it smelled great to me. I understood then what was meant by “chemistry”. Every scent from every part of his body was heavenly to me. That first day I masturbated by grinding my crotch into the bed like I was fucking it, the whole time with my face buried in his undies.
From then on for the rest of the summer I jacked off multiple times a day fantasizing about Todd, the first jack off of every day with his most recent pair of undies that I’d dig out of his laundry bag. I never missed a day. Every day I’d scrutinize his undies looking for interesting stains. He was a real neat freak as they almost never had skid marks. I remember the one (and only one) time I found a small skid mark. I concentrated my nose over that mark and it smelled just as delicious as the rest of him, only more intense! There were two occasions where I found dried cum stains. I tried on those undies both times to get an idea of how long his softening cock was when he left the stain. No question the basket was a little roomier than my undies but my semi-hard cock lined up pretty well with the cum stains. Both times I really concentrated on the cum stains, holding them in my mouth and working them with my tongue until they got moist again. Admittedly I couldn’t taste much but having orgasms with his cum on my tongue was mind blowing. (Pic below isn’t me, but it’s how I spent part of every day!)
The kinkiest thing I ever did was a night when I got up to take a leak. When I went into the bathroom I saw that he’d taken a piss earlier and forgotten to flush. The bowl was filled with his nice yellow pee. My pervy, Todd-obsessed libido kicked into gear immediately. I knelt down by the toilet and put my finger into his piss, stirring it around for a minute. It was disappointedly cold but still highly erotic. Then I took it out and put my finger in my mouth, licking the piss off my finger. Hmmm, not a strong flavor but enough to shoot a jolt through my cock. I ended up putting my whole face into the bowl so I could twirl my tongue around in his piss. Then I put my lips into it and slurped in a mouthful. I sat up, held the piss in my mouth, savoring the flavor, then swallowed. The flavor was intense but it tasted just like my own piss, which I’d tried tasting a few times in the past. But the fact that it was TODD’s piss was huge! And yes, I went back to my room and masturbated with the taste of his piss in my mouth.
My fantasies about TODD were surprisingly few, but very well developed! Obviously they centered around long, intense make out sessions with lots of tongue, sucking his cock, tasting his cum, and eating his delicious ass in all different positions. The fantasy I used the most was about how I’d like things to play out if he ever let me suck him, and how I would take my time and enjoy every second:
I’d want it to be at the end of a long HOT day, when his scents were at their best. I’d have him lay down on my bed with his legs hanging over the edge so his ass was right up to the edge of the bed. He’d be wearing the shorts pictured above. I’d be kneeling between his spread legs and I’d a make a lengthy, up close examination of the bulge I’d been admiring for so long. I’d lean in and start giving it short little kisses, making sure to kiss every part of the bulges on each side of the zipper. I’d then carefully unzip his shorts, keeping them buttoned. I’d spread the fly open and put my nose inside, taking deep breaths. I’d then pull off his shorts, leaving his undies on, and have him roll over so he was on all fours, back arched, ass up. I’d rub my hands over his ass and bring my face in close and softly press my nose into the fabric covering his ass. Again I’d take long, deep breaths and linger there for a long time, really savoring his amazing aroma. I’d then carefully pull the fabric to one side just enough to expose his beautiful asshole. I’d lean in and give it few, very light kisses. Then I’d bury my nose into it and take more long, deep breaths. I’m sure it would smell amazing! I’d peel off his undies and go to town on his delicious ass, making out with like I was French kissing it, working my tongue into it as far as possible. The experience would be greatly enhanced by Todd’s moaning. I’d always wondered what he would sound like moaning during sex, especially while he was cumming. My oral exploration of his ass, balls, and ultimately cock would be long and thorough. I can only imagine the first whiff and taste of his cock as I’d slide it into my mouth, feeling it get harder and harder. Ultimately he would cum in my mouth. I’d be sure to keep my lips sealed around just the tip of his cock, working his frenulum with my tongue and feeling the warmth of every spurt directly onto my tongue. I can’t even imagine what his cum would taste like but I know I would love it!
Todd ended up leading the straight life but I know for a fact he was at “curious” when we were friends in college. He never had a steady girlfriend and we spent a LOT of time together. There were a couple of times when he’d come into my room at night when I was still awake and reading in bed. He’d sit on the edge of the bed, close enough to be "interesting" and we’d talk for a while. I always made a point of smoothing out the sheet to clearly show my bulge and both times he spent the whole conversation sneaking peeks at my bulge. The biggest, most painful regret I’ve ever had occurred one night when we were walking back to the apartment. I don’t remember what led up to it, but he was asking if I thought lesbian sex was hot. I said sure! He went on to ask if I thought it was weird that it was two people of the same gender having sex. I don’t remember my answer but he followed up with, “There’s nothing wrong with a little experimentation.” I STUPIDLY didn’t pursue the conversation. I’m certain now that we could have tried having sex that very night. Biggest regret ever!
I'm sure I'm forgetting a lot of details about Todd, so if you have any questions or want to know more, just reply below. If you want more pics of him, hit me up in DM.
