James - Toppin' Calvin (Patreon)

Born in the backwoods of Louisiana, in 1983, I had an All-American lifestyle growin' up. My old man was high up on the food chain for Mobile Oil and traveled a lot for work. My older sister was often in charge as my mother worked as a night nurse at the local hospital. By the time I turned 16 in 1999, my sister had gone off to college already and was only home over the holidays and summer.

Lucky for me, my parents only set a couple of rules:

-No parties

-No drugs

-Do not make them grandparents

This left me up for just about anything because I knew I was as gay as it gets the first time my best friend Tommy jerked me off in the tree house we built out by the old pond between his house and mine. Which was where I took his anal virginity when we were both 15. I did let him take mine, but after the first time, I told him I was only into fucking him. Thankfully he was fine with it. We fucked out by the pond in that old tree house at least once per week, multiple times over the summers until we graduated and he went off to New York City, leaving me to go off to LSU on my own. Which was fine, it ain’t like we’re datin', he just loved my dick and I loved havin' his ass whenever I wanted it.

We were never romantic, though. Don’t get me wrong, I knew I was gay, but Tommy had it in his head that fuckin each other was ok as long as we didn’t kiss or nothin, that somehow made it gay for him. I didn’t care, I was horny and to be honest, the quicker I could fuck him the better.

When I started college I had a bit of a rude awakening. I was no longer the captain of the baseball team. I was no longer the Jim or Jimbo, everyone was suddenly calling me James like I was some kind of adult. It was weird. The most difficult was I didn’t have Tommy there to take my sexual frustrations out on. He made it way too easy for me and I didn’t learn the art of “cruising” because I didn’t need it from anyone else since Tommy gave it up so easily.

It was weeks into college before I recognized the signs from a drunk frat bro at a party that wanted to suck my dick. It was so subtle, but when it dawned on me, I told him he could suck me off in the bathroom if he wanted it, otherwise, I was going to leave the party without him. He wanted it, dragged me into the bathroom, and swallowed my dick. I had only been jerking myself raw for weeks so his mouth was like heaven, I am not ashamed to admit that I only lasted a couple of minutes before I uncontrollably unloaded in his mouth.

I had tried to warn him, but that “straight bro” held on tight to my hips and swallowed every drop, which was a new experience for me. Tommy wouldn’t even let me blow off in his mouth. So having a guy swallow immediately became my new kink. This bro got all awkward on me as soon as he swallowed though, he got a little panicky, actin' like I was going to run out into the hall and tell his frat that he’s swallowin' loads in the bathroom. He got all up in my face and let me know, “I’m not a fag,” shoved passed me, and left the bathroom in a hurry. I didn’t care, if it came to it I could take him. I’m 6’1”, 180 pounds of solid muscle.

I grew up in the country, and these muscles might be cut from sports but I did real work around the property growin' up. Cutting wood all summer, push mowing lawns, and all kinds of maintenance around the farm. My momma inherited the farm, but we didn’t run it like a farm. I think it stopped being a “working farm” in the Great Depression or somethin’ like that, but it was only fields and a funky old barn by the time we moved in when I was a little kid. It still required upkeep though, and my old man thought it was “good for my character” to keep up with it. Truth is he always feelin' guilty leavin' for such long periods of time and he wasn’t gonna make my sister or my momma do “men's work.”

I got better at recognizin’ the signals of guys who wanted me. It was easier in the warmer months because I would often take my shirt off and guys would stare a little too long at my chest, let their eyes work their way down to my Adonis belt and I knew they were wonderin’ what I was packin’ in my shorts.

When winter rolled around, it was a little tough. My ass looked good in my Levi’s but I had to rely on my pretty face to get me by. Not to brag, but I would easily get second glances. Problem was I’d have to talk to these guys to really know if they were into me or if they just noticed a good-looking guy. I made that mistake a few times to many. I’m just glad I have a type, and these smaller guys might have looked at me like they wanted to kill me for suggestin’ they wanted to suck me off, but they would just stomp away instead of tryin’ to start trouble.

One guy, who lived on my floor, was exactly my type. He's a bit of a nerd, didn’t know how cute he was because he was definitely shy, must've had braces as a kid ‘cause the rare smile I saw was perfect, clearly a bookworm from the way I’ve seen him around campus just readin’ for fun. His slim body was what I wanted though. Every time I saw him in the showers, the water cascadin’ down his smooth, slim body, especially over that little bubble butt of his, man alive, I wanted to slide my 7” thick man meat right up in him. Just press him against the wall and fuck his brains out.

It took a lot to not get hard in the shower with him, but there was always some slob under another shower I could divert my eyes to and that would kill the mood quickly. I really loved how shy he was in the shower too. He would always face the wall, no matter what, kept his eyes closed except for findin’ the shampoo or soap, then would quickly run and get his towel, covering what we all saw already, which he had nothing to be ashamed about. I think if he opened his eyes and took a look around the showers like the rest of us he’d realize he was actually considerably larger down there than most of the guys, not me, but most. But his shyness was super cute.

I would watch as he shimmied his little white briefs on under his towel. It would take a lot out of me not to laugh at him because he would be wet still, makin’ so much more work out of it than it needed to be. If he just dropped the towel he could pull his undies right up.

I found him in the library one night. I was doin’ research because believe it or not I’m a good student. The place was almost empty because it was a Friday and I sat right across from him at a table. I thought I’d be bold.

“Hey, you’re on my floor right?” I asked.

He looked around, confused if I was talkin’ to him or maybe myself, he nodded his head, “Umm…yeah.”

I smiled, “I’m James,” I heard myself say, I almost cringed at how adult it sounded.

“I’m Cal,” his voice cracked and he cleared his throat, “I’m Calvin.” His face turned pink.

“You always here on a Friday night, Cal?”

He shook his head, lookin’ around to make sure the librarian wasn’t able to hear us, “No, my roommate has a girl over so… I’m socked out,” he shrugged.

“Socked out?”

“Yeah, you know, the signal to come back later because your roommate needs privacy,” his pink face turned red.

“Oh, I didn’t know that. My roommate was around for like the first week, then got homesick and started drivin' in most days. He said he has a girl back home, but I think it’s his mother.” This got a laugh out of Cal. “I’m serious, ain’t no way he’s got a girl back home. He does stay the night once or twice a week, but he’s always gone on the weekends.” I smiled.

“That’s lucky. My roommate has a sock on the door so often I’m starting to think he’s just jacking off in there,” Cal cracked up.

I laughed, “Well, I’m right down the hall if you wanna hang out. When you're socked out that is,” I shrugged.

He turned pink again, “Oh, um, thanks, that’s really nice.”

We chatted for a while. He’s from over by Fort Polk, whereas I’m from the outskirts of Monroe. He had a Yankee accent though, turns out he was born in Pennsylvania, his momma is from New York and his pops is military from Pennsylvania. Some sappy love story about her goin’ to NYU and he was on leave, they had a chance meetin’ in the Big Apple, she got knocked up and the rest is history I guess. He spent a good amount of his schoolin’ in Pennsylvania where his grandparents live, but he did high school right outside Fort Polk on account his momma doesn’t like livin’ on base.

After the old bitty librarian shushed us for a fifth time, we decided to head back to the dorm to see if his roommate was done jerkin’ off or fuckin his girl or whatever. I told him I’d walk with him in case he wasn’t, he could hang out with me.

Turns out he was done. The sock was no longer on the door. I wasn’t sure, but I think I saw a little disappointment on Calvin’s face so I told him he was welcome to come knock anytime, made it really clear I don’t have a girlfriend so you don’t have to worry about seein' a sock on my door. That got a smile out of him and he felt the need to let me know he also didn’t have a girlfriend.

I gave him a fake hat tip on account I wasn’t wearin’ a hat, and went back to my room. I jerked off that night thinkin' about how good it would feel to be in Cal. His pale skin was somethin’ else. I hadn’t noticed in the showers how red his lips were in contrast to his fair skin, probably because I was tryin' to see his pecker, but damn, I really wanted to try kissin' them lips.

The followin’ Friday I was walkin' back to my dorm late, probably around 10 pm. As I walked passed Calvin’s room, I noticed a tube sock on the doorknob. Sittin in front of my door was a cute, shaggy-haired Calvin, readin’ a book and mindin’ his own business.

“Hey stranger,” I startled him and he dropped his book.

Jumping to his feet, “Oh James, man, sorry, I didn’t, I wasn’t…”

“I saw the sock on your door,” I chuckled and unlocked my door, “come in.”

He smelled like strawberries as he walked passed me, probably his shampoo, but it was adorable, just right for him.

“You want a beer?” I asked.

“You have beer?” His face lit up.

“Of course, I ain’t no bible thumper,” I chuckled, gettin' a cold beer out of the mini fridge and handin' it to him, crackin' one open for myself.

He scrunched up his face, “How old are you? I thought you said you were a freshman?”

I winked at him, “I got a guy.”

We each had two beers, me drinking at my normal pace, but I think he was trying to keep up and clearly didn’t like the taste.

“Another?” I asked.

He burped, “Umm, yeah, why not,” he chuckled.

“So you ain’t got a girl back home, you got your eye on anyone here?” I asked, watching his body language as he squirmed and his face darted from my lap to my eyes.

“Ugh, no, no girl, classes are,” he gestured broadly with his hand, “…and I’m trying to stay focused,” he contorted his face and started makin' big hand gestures.

I licked my lips, “Huh…so, you jerk off a lot huh?”

He turned six shades of red instantly, “No…”

I cocked my head to the side, making my eyes dramatically larger, “No?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say,” he made finger quotes, almost spillin’ his beer, “a lot.” He laughed hysterically, which was adorable and I couldn’t help but laugh with him.

I licked my lips again, “How long since you sucked dick?” I asked bluntly.

His eyes narrowed quickly, and his posture changed, “what?”

“How long since you got your dick sucked?” I fired out quickly.

“Oh,” he shook his head, “fuck, over the summer I guess, about a month before coming here,” his eyes wandered.

There was an awkward silence, I thought about fillin’ it, but I wanted to let his mind wander.

“How long since you last got your dick sucked,” he licked his red lips after the words left his mouth.

I blew out a long breath and ran my fingers through my hair like I was giving it a lot of thought, but I was decidin’ if I should be honest or say it’s been a while. “Geeze must be goin' on two…no three…weeks now,” I shrugged.

He laughed, thinking I was going to say months, “fuck you, dude,” he took a sip of his beer.

“Nah, I like to do the fuckin’,” I fired back with a smirk and a wink, letting the words massage his brain for a minute, conjurin’ up whatever demons were floating around in there.

He took another sip of his beer, “You know…” he started but then didn’t finish the thought, I watched his neck start to get flush.

I gave it a minute, he was into it, I could tell, just didn’t want to push too fast and scare him off.

“What’s that?” I finally offered.

He sipped his beer, and shook his head, “Ah, it’s nothing. Stupid really.”

I moved over to the bed he was sittin' on, put my hand on his thigh, “I’m sure if it’s in your purdy little head…it ain’t stupid,” I told him in my most charmin’ voice.

He smiled, turning his head up toward mine, a few danglin’ pieces of hair falling into his eyes, “well…” he started breathing fast, his puppy dog eyes bouncin’ back and forth tryin' to focus on mine, “Is it cool if,” trailed off again.

I squeezed his upper thigh, “go on?”

“Ummm…” his voice cracked again, “would it be cool if I…” his eyes fell to my hand on his thigh then back up my body slowly to my lips, “if I spend the night?”

My hand flew off his leg, “what?”

Words started flyin’ out of his mouth, “Well, it’s getting late, and I don’t think that sock is coming off anytime soon…”

“Woah, woah, it’s cool Cal, whatever you want,” I got up off the bed, feelin' kinda dejected now. I finished my beer and noticed the alarm clock next to my bed, it was well after midnight. I tossed the can in the trash bin and tried to fake enthusiasm, shakin' off this rare rejection. “Why don’t you take that bed, and I’ll sleep in this one,” I pulled my shirt off. I saw his eyes drinkin' in my torso, he licked his lips and sipped his beer. I felt a rush of confidence, a surge of bravado, I think I was right about him and now I’m gonna test it. I slowly unbuttoned my pants, makin' sure to face him as I did, unzipped but not pullin' down my pants, exposed just the front pelt of my tighty whities for him. He was laser-focused, a bit unaware he was starting and bein’ obvious, but I can work with that. “I like to sleep with the radio on,” I slipped my hand into my underwear as though I was adjusting myself and he swallowed hard, “I hope you don’t mind.” I reached over to the alarm clock and switched it to the radio, some country music started playin'.

“I don’t mind anything,” he didn’t take his eyes off my crotch.

I slowly slid my pants down, exposing my bulge to him, I gently folded my pants which is not something I ever do, strut over to my dresser, and placed them on top, making sure to flex my ass for him to see. “Do you need somethin’?” I asked facing away. When he didn’t answer I turned back to him, leaning against the furniture like I was a model for Stafford underwear.

“Umm…what?” He asked shyly, tryin' to look me in the eye.

“Like, do you need pajamas or somethin’? I usually sleep in my undies or nekked, but I can give you sweatpants if you prefer.” I offered, crossing my arms, makin' sure to flex my biceps.

He jumped out of the bed, “Oh,” he smiled his cute smile, then started awkwardly yanking his shirt off from the back of his collar, “I sleep in my underwear,” he squirmed out of his shirt. Then turned away from me to drop his pants, his cute little but framed nicely in his Fruit of the Looms.

I walked up behind him, stuck my index finger in his waistband quickly pullin’ it from his waist and lettin' it snap back, “hey, we match,” I joked.

He turned quickly to face me, blushin’ as all hell, the heat radiatin’ off his body was killin' me, I had to make a move. I reached out, put my hands on his hips, holdin' him tightly, he shivered with excitement, then he stretched up on his toes and kissed me, then pulled back just as quickly.

No way was I gonna let him walk it back. I moved my hands up his back and around his waist, pullin' him tight to me, and kissed him hard. He let out the softest moan, I knew I had him. I kissed his neck and he became putty in my hands. I lay him gently on the bed, his erection strained against his briefs, I had to free it, hookin' my hands into the waistband I yanked and they slid right down, his dick thwapped on his abs. In all its glory it was a surprisin’ 6” cut, the mushroom head already leaking precum, with a gentle curve to his left. I don’t usually do this, but I licked the head, hearin’ him gasp in pleasure was all the encouragement I needed, so I took it in my mouth. He moaned, “Mmm,” and his hands quickly went into my hair, pushin' my head deeper onto his dick.

With Tommy, we gave up suckin' each other off when we discovered anal sex, so I had little experience in givin' blow jobs, but it seemed there was nothin’ I could do to displease Calvin. I was honestly enjoyin’ it. His taste, his flavor was turnin’ on an animal instinct inside me that I had never really felt with Tommy.

He yanked my head up by the hair, “fuck, I’m close, I don’t want to cum yet,” he warned. I scooted up between his legs, pulled down the front of my underwear, and hooked the waistband under my balls, I started to stroke my 7” cut dick, starin’ into his eyes, his mouth was waterin’ at the sight of me.

I smirked, “my turn.”

He nodded his head, sittin' up quickly he grabbed my dick, his hand quickly stroking me, this was not his first time strokin' another guy's dick. I lay quickly on my back, givin’ him full control as he started to lick up and down my shaft until he reached the tip, takin’ the single drop of precum onto his tongue and savoring the flavor as he swallowed. I saw the switch flip in his head as his instincts kicked in and he was fast bobbin' up and down on my shaft. It took a lot of self-control not to fuck his throat as he was takin’ his time to enjoy my cock.  “Fuck, Cal, you’re so good at that,” I moaned, gently massagin’ his shoulders as he bobbed.

I felt him fight a smile as he continued doin' his work. I sat up and took in the view, the lines of his back all pointin’ and running directly to the center of his ass crack. I ran my hand down his spine and let it slide through the dustin’ of hair that hid his hole until I ended at his balls. He moaned on my cock and arched his ass up to meet my hand. Oh yeah, I was going to fuck Calvin like he needed to be fucked.

I put my fingers in my mouth, got’em wet the best I could, and returned ‘em to his hole, slidin’ them across enough to lube his pucker. One more time and he was lubed enough that I was able to slide my middle finger right into his tight hole. The resistance of his sphincter was intense, he moaned around my cock and I could feel his ass adjustin’ to my finger as I wiggled it around.

I hooked my hands under his armpits and pulled him up to me, kissin’ him and tastin’ myself in his mouth was a hot new sensation for me. His cute little butt sat right on my dick. The shaft runnin’ the length of his crack until the head hit his balls, he moaned in my mouth. I rolled us over a little clumsily but landed exactly how I wanted between his legs. I put a pillow under his ass and stroked my cock up and down his crack. His pink little pucker was tight but I could tell it wanted to let me in as badly as I wanted to be in him.

I reached over to the drawer of my desk next to the bed, I kept my lube in there and quickly squirt some down the length of my dick. I rubbed it all over and then fingered some into him. I watched as he closed his eyes and tried to relax into the pillow. Takin’ deep breaths as he did. I put his legs on my shoulders, leanin’ into him as I let my cock head find his hole and pushed.

His eyes shot open and his legs pushed back against me, “Do you have a condom on?” his hips pulled quickly from my dick and his face scrunched up as his eyebrows connected with concern.

I was so confused, “Umm, no. Why would I?”

He shook his head, “Nice try, get a condom.”

My heart sank, “I don’t have any condoms.”

He sat up on his elbows, lettin’ his legs fall around my waist, “are you kidding?”

“No, why would I? You can’t get pregnant,” I shrugged, almost laughin’ at him for suggestin’ it.

“Dude, I know I can’t get pregnant, but for safety,” he said matter-of-factly.

“You’re serious?” I realized he was for real. We covered this in health class, but that was all about straight people's sex, it never dawned on me that our sex needed condoms. With Tommy, we never even talked about it.

“Yeah James, I don’t do it without a condom,” he again looked at me like I was an idiot.

He huffed, “Look I have one in my wallet,” he pointed at his pants on the floor.

I reached down, pullin’ his wallet from his pants. Lookin’ at his driver's license photo from when he was 16, “Aww, how cute,” I joked. He grabbed the wallet quickly, pullin’ the condom from a little pocket and tossin’ the wallet on the floor.

He handed it to me, “put it on.” Then his hand went straight to his dick as he slowly stroked himself, his legs wrappin’ tighter around me as he did.

I smiled at him, “Yes sir!”

I had never done this before and was out of my element, but I wanted so badly to fuck Cal. I hadn’t fucked a guy since Tommy over the summer which was more than six months ago now so I was needin’ a tight ass. I opened the package and fumbled with the rubber, I hadn’t realized how slimy it would be. I put the thing on the head of my cock. It didn’t just slide on like I expected. I might have had it upside down, I didn’t realize there was a right and wrong way to put on a condom, somethin’ they didn’t teach us in Health class. I just started pullin’ at it until it was completely unrolled and then pulled it onto my dick. It was a bit of a struggle, kept slippin’ out of my hands, and then when I got it pulled down to the base of my dick there was about an inch of extra condom at the end that kinda hung off, but I guess that was gonna catch my cum. Fuck if I know.

I leaned into him, gettin’ myself back in line between his legs. He smiled up at me as I lifted his legs up and onto my shoulders, presentin’ his ass to me. I slid the condom-covered cock over his hole, up and down his crack. I had a system with Tommy, and I had become pretty good at findin’ his hole with just the tip of my cock but this new safe way of fuckin’...I was strugglin’ to find his hole. I pushed at what I thought was it, but he whispered, “Lower.” So I moved lower, “there,” he breathed out and I pushed in, hearin’ the condom make a weird stretchin’ noise as the head popped in and he sucked in his breath. “Ah…” he threw his head back and pushed on my thigh, “hold on, hold on, fuck,” he groaned.

Givin’ him a second to adjust to my girth, then gently pushin’ in, I watched as his jaw fell open and his mouth formed what looked like a silent orgasm but probably wasn’t. I kept pushin’ slowly until I couldn’t slide anymore in and then held it there. I leaned in and kissed him.

“Fuck you’re tight,” I felt his sphincter grip my dick like it was trying to rip it off but fuck it felt good. I rocked my hips back an inch and pushed in an inch and a half, he groaned and clenched a little tighter as I did making me moan with him. I rocked my hips again, an inch out, and pushed an inch and a half deeper, “Mmmm, yeah,” I moaned into his ear, kissing his neck as I pulled halfway out and pushed all the way in.

“Ungh,” he groaned, wrappin’ his arms around my neck and back, pullin’ my body tightly to him. “Oh my God James, you’re so big,” he moaned in my ear.

“You feel so good Cal,” I pulled out and pushed in gently but firmly until I felt my pubes grind against his ass.

I sat up straight, holdin’ his ankles, and looked down, at him, watchin’ him grab his dick and start strokin’ furiously. His toes curled the entire time. I watched my cock disappear into his tight hole with every slow stroke. I also noticed the condom wasn’t slidin’ out with me, nearly danglin’ at the tip of my cock as I pulled out. I kissed his ankle and thrust a little harder into him. Hearin’ him moan was like music to my ears. I shoved in deep and he groaned, his ass grindin’ up to get more of my dick, his fist on his dick was flyin’ so fast I could barely see it.

“Fuck Cal,” I groaned. I was pullin’ out so I didn’t cum too quickly and then my cock was bare, the condom danglin’ from his hole, “I’m close I warned him.” I tried to aim my dick at the condom ring but it didn’t re-sheath and just pushed in with my dick and I felt his hole raw for an inch and he moaned.

“Mmm, fuck,” he rocked his hips up to meet my thrust as he pushed himself closer to orgasm.

The pressure wrapped around my dick felt so good, so I pushed in another inch, and another until I was all the way in him again. “Mmm, fuckin’ hell Cal, your ass feels so good,” I groaned. It really did, I know I should pull out and tell him the condom fell off, but this felt so good. I’ll just give him one or two thrusts, I told myself, thrustin’ once and then quickly twice. That one doesn’t count, it wasn’t a full thrust, I told myself, pullin’ most of the way out and then thrustin’ in hard and grindin’ deep inside him.

“Ungh, James, oh God, that’s it,” he groaned, “don’t stop,” he moaned, fisting his dick faster.

I thrust again, doing as I was told, and then again, the moans coming from this beautiful man were meltin’ my brain. I was full-on fuckin’ him without a condom now and I was gettin’ too close, I knew I wasn’t able to pull out if I didn’t stop now so I used all my willpower and pulled my cock from his slick hole. Pantin’ as I watched him strokin’ himself under me.

“Did you cum?” He asked out of breath, pushin’ himself closer.

“Nope,” I breathed heavily.

He smiled at me and cocked his head to the side.

“Uh,” I reached down, slowly pullin’ the condom out of his ass, “the condom fell off,” I chuckled.

“What!?” he stopped jerkin’.

I held it up, “yeah, it fell off.”

He gave me his puppy-dog eyes, “fuck…” he threw his head back onto the pillow, lettin’ his legs drop off my shoulders and wrapped around my waist. He was breathin’ heavily and ran his fingers through his hair.

I massaged his thighs and rocked my hips so my dick slid across his hole again.

“Mmm…fuck man,” he groaned, slowly stroking his dick. “You swear you don’t have anything?”

I shook my head, “Cross my heart,” I drew an ‘X’ over my left peck with my fingers.

“Ok,” he nodded.

I raised an eyebrow, “ok?”

“I trust you,” he said with a smile, though his eyes looked worried.

“Ok,” I smiled back, reachin’ down to grab my dick and find his hole which was easily acceptin’ of my cock.

“Ungh,” he groaned as I pushed in, leanin’ over him so I could kiss him.

I fucked him nice and slow, holy shit he feels so good on my cock, so tight, so hot, “Mmm, Cal,” I moaned into his ear.

“Oh God,” I felt his ass clamp around my dick as he stroked his cock between us and then I felt his load shoot out onto my abs as his legs pulled me tight into him and his kiss sucked me down to him with a moan.

His ass clamped so tight, but I pushed through, openin’ him even more, I wasn’t gonna let his orgasm force me out, I needed more of his ass. I held on tight to his shoulders, usin’ him as leverage to push through his orgasm. I felt like an animal as he spasmed underneath me, moanin’ and groanin’ with every thrust. I held my mouth on his, kissin’ him deeper as I felt my orgasm buildin’ from the insane pleasure his tight little body was givin’ me. I groaned, and thrust, and groaned, I didn’t want to break our kiss, I couldn’t, I just thrust harder until I felt my balls tighten and I thrust hard into him, “fuuuck,” I groaned as I unloaded into him. Thrustin’ again, as another shot of my load blasted into his tight hole, “mmm,” I held him tight, thrustin’ once more before I was completely drained and collapsed on top of him.

“Ungh…fuck…” he groaned, wrappin’ his legs tighter around me, pullin’ me into him, it made me shiver with pleasure and I breathed heavily into his neck.

“Fuck, Cal…” I huffed, holdin’ him tight.

“James…I…mmm” he couldn’t form words.

“I know,” I chuckled into his cheek, barely liftin’ my head enough to kiss him. A sensual moment I had never experienced before. Pushing myself up, his cum peeling between us like an orgasmic badge of splooge. We both chuckled at the feelin’. I slowly arched my ass out, pullin’ my no longer rigid cock from his incredibly tight ass, sendin’ shivers through my body from the overstimulation I was feeling, “ugh…fuck…” I smiled, “Too sensitive,” I clenched my teeth and rolled onto my back next to him as he laughed at me.

We lay there catchin’ our breath for a few minutes. I wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen now. Usually, I would just cum inside Tommy and we’d dress quickly and that would be that. We’d act like it never even happened, but I was gettin’ the feelin’ Calvin needed me to just stay like this, so I did until he eventually spoke.

“I think, we need to clean up,” he said, liftin’ his head to look at his cum covered abs.

I chuckled, “Yeah, maybe a shower?”

“I’m not walking to the showers covered in cum,” He fired back.

I chuckled again, “It’s your cum,” I joked. “Don’t worry, it’s super late, everyone showerin’ at this time of night is doin’ it because they just finished havin’ sex with someone…or jerkin’ off and makin’ a mess,” I joked.

He half-heartedly chuckled, then snuggled up closer to me, so I shifted my arm so he could rest his head on my bicep. “You promise you don’t have anything?” He asked again, strokin’ the hair on my arm.

“You ain’t got nothin' to worry about with me man,” I reassured him.

He let out a deep breath, “good, I’ve never done that before,” he shook his head.

“Did you like it?” I asked.

He twisted his head up towards mine, “Oh my God, so much…all of it,” he admitted.

“Good, me too, I wanna do it again,” I pulled him tight to me and kissed the top of his head.

“Oh man, I don’t think I can, I’m beat,” he said.

“Not right now, maybe tomorrow. I ain’t got no plans for tomorrow,” I offered.

He kissed my arm, “tomorrow it is,” he said, restin’ for a few more minutes.

We eventually got up and snuck off to the showers. I got to watch as he washed our sex off his hot body, tryin’ my best not to get hard again while watchin’ him, just in case someone did come in. Nobody did though.

Back in my room, we slept naked together. I hadn’t done that before, it was awesome. Not as amazin’ as the sex he gave me in the mornin' though, fuck he’s way more cock hungry than I suspected.