College Freshmen Part 2

In the steamy diffused light, Rob tasted his prize. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the tender underside of the head. Then he swirled around the ridge.
Licking the length of the shaft, he touched his lips to the silky skin. He savored the flavor of the flesh: kissing, tasting, pulling at the flesh. Anthony sucked air between his teeth and exhaled heavily.

The frat boy relaxed his body; submitting, accepting, then welcoming the head between his legs. Rob wrapped his mouth around the tip, sucking lightly, licking. He swallowed the girth, allowing the length to slip along his tongue and invade his throat. He savored the light, salty taste, mixing in his mouth.

The men were enveloped in the moment, lost in the pleasure. As Rob bobbed his head. Anthony leaned back, bracing his hot body against the cool, porcelain sink. Their rhythm soon fell into sync with Anthony's thrusting to meet Rob's mouth. Maybe I can take this further, Rob thought.

"That feels so good." Anthony whispered between quickening breaths.

Anthony's cock throbbed and Rob reluctantly removed his mouth. He stood up, bringing his hand up to grip Anthony's arm.

"Come on. There‘s a guest room in the hall." He led Anthony out of the warm steam and into the cool air of the main room. It was late and the light from the bathroom failed to reach the hall. Rob groped his way along the wall, distinctly aware of the naked body that followed him. His pulse quickened as he walked into the unknown.

Reaching the door—frame, Rob reached around the corner, brushing against the switch. The light of the little room revealed a single twin bed and nightstand; next to the lamp sat a small tube and a box of condoms. Rob looked at Anthony, seeing with full admiration his unfiltered, glistening body. Each muscle and curve flowed together, speaking of prime masculinity, like a Greek statue waiting to be polished. Anthony stared back with longing in his eyes, his cock erect and dripping from the tip.

Rob reached out and gripped the wet rod, urging his fraternity brother onto the bed. Anthony surrendered, lying back with his legs hanging off the edge, spread apart. As Rob looked him over, Anthony trembled.

"I'm not—you know. I haven't—" Anthony stammered.

Rob leaned over, their dicks lightly touching. He stared directly into Anthony's eyes.

"I‘ll go easy on you, man. But if you want to stop..."

“No " Anthony jerked and grabbed Rob around the waist, securing them. He acted like he feared Rob would disappear at any moment. “No. It's hard to—I want this." He said more gently. He looks so serious, Rob thought.

With a supportive grin, Rob shrugged out of his restraint and slid down in front of Anthony‘s open legs. He “Tapped his lips around one testicle. Anthony jumped, then relaxed as Rob continued to softly fondle the sack with his mouth.

“Oh yeah, that feels good." Anthony moaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.

Ready for more, Rob rose and reached for the small tube on the table. Anthony looked up with apprehension. "You‘ll enjoy this. Trust me." Rob said reassuringly.
The lube squirted out onto his fingers as he rubbed them together. "Relax," he urged, brushing his fingertips around the hole. "I've done this a bunch of times to myself."

"It‘s cold," Anthony gasped.

"Sorry, man. It‘ll warm up in a second." Rob traced the tight ring, gently probing at the reluctant orifice. Then resistance gave way.
Anthony hissed and squirmed, pulling away from Rob.
"You okay?" Rob asked.
"Yeah. Just feels weird. " Anthony replied.

Taking extra time, Rob slid his finger back in, easing slowly, feeling for the receding tension. "That better?" Rob asked and Anthony hummed in reply.
With time, he slipped another finger in and was excited to see Anthony's cock throb. He leaned forward and with his spare hand guided the pre-cum oozing dick into his mouth.

Then he reached down to stroke his fingers along his own cock, immersing himself in Anthony‘s pleasure.

Rob lapped and sucked. The salty flavor was potent, mingling with his saliva in his throat. He brought his head up and down in quick fluid motions, swallowing his frat brother. As the rod quivered in his mouth, he worked his fingers, curving them upward to feel for the sweet spot inside Anthony. His own cock dripped with longing as be pumped himself. He felt a pulse deep inside within, a precursory rumble before the storm. God I want to fuck him so bad.

"Wow." Anthony exhaled, closing his eyes again. He gripped a handful of bedding in each hand, his knuckles turned white.

The throbbing of his cock became more frequent and Anthony‘s asshole squeezed his fingers. He sucked faster, pushed harder with his fingers. Anthony's head rolled back. his mouth open, lost in the ecstasy, riding the incoming wave of pleasure. Then his head jerked forward, teeth clenched.

Anthony yelled.

Rob swallowed his whole dick and kept his lips pressed around the base. It spasmed and pumped spraying hot cum down his throat. His own cock gripped in his hand, still aching but forgotten, as he fought his gag-reflex. Anthony's ass clenched in unison with his spurts, while Rob massaged the pulsing spot inside his hole.

"Oh god! " Anthony yelled letting his head fall as he arched his back more.

Rob gulped down every dose, his throat stroking the member as he swallowed, encouraging more tremors. Anthony instinctively thrust his hips against Rob‘s mouth; forcefully and a****listic.

Soon the throbbing receded and Anthony relaxed his body, falling limp. Rob sucked the last of the juice off the cock and stood, admiring his work. Except for an occasional twitch, Anthony looked dead to the world.

"How you doing, Anthony?" Rob inquired self-consciously.