Teen Transform: The College Years 19
by AKA
Jeff was sitting in his dorm room across campus jerking off.
On his laptop screen he had a 15-minute porn shoot of two good looking barely legal guys getting it on in a fairly pedestrian manner. One of them probably wasn�t even gay, but he had a great butt and a nice chest and he made the sort of deep groans that Jeff liked. The other guy was skinny but enthusiastic, and what really got Jeff off wasn�t any of the half-hearted ass fucking or the sloppy blow job - it was the kissing.
These guys loved to kiss. It was obvious. They smiled, they dove in, they looked into each other's eyes, there was tongue, there was spit, they fucking loved kissing.
Jeff, if he had to choose, would give up everything else about sex�except the kissing. Technically, some would argue that it wasn�t even sex. There was no penetration, the dick and the ass weren�t even involved, and you didn�t have to be naked to do it.
Being naked made it more fun, obviously. There was nothing he enjoyed more than feeling the other guy getting hard while they were kissing. Jeff loved the fact that a man couldn�t hide his feelings, and he had a good idea that the straight guy in the video (he said he had a girlfriend, but maybe that didn�t mean anything, really) was getting hot and bothered by the other guy�s expertise since his cock was pitching one hell of a tent in his skivvies.
He lifted his hand to his mouth and stuck out his tongue, coating his grip in a fresh lacquer of spit. He grabbed his dick and squeezed it, relishing the hardness of it and its heat and hunger. He looked down his body, at the new abs that appeared from nowhere and the stronger chest with a hint of hair sprouting between each mound, and then he squeezed himself again to elicit a gob of pre-cum to appear. He dipped his finger to the honey and sucked it inside his mouth, relishing the salty taste.
His cock throbbed unusually hard as he swallowed, as if it enjoyed the sensation as much as he did. He looked back at the video and dragged the timer back to replay the kissing scene again.
Fuck they were hot. He liked to watch them discover each other over and over. The first time was always exciting and fun. Finding the other guy�s rhythm, testing his limits and desires, seeing how far you could go with him.
�Can I get a kiss?� the gay guy asked. He was already boned just looking at the other dude, who had a soft mop of brown hair and some nice nips mounted on his chest. He was smooth and well-carved, and he had a beautiful, bright smile. He liked that the other guy asked for the kiss, instead of just taking it. He was awkward, which was also kind of cute. You expected someone who looked that good to be all, �Yeah, you want me, but you can�t have me,� but he was sort of shy now that he was naked, and he was probably thinking about the money he was getting instead of the guy he was with.
But then the kissing started, and the guy was smiling and happy and maybe surprised that he liked it so much. And within a couple of minutes the kissing was getting passionate and needy, and the gay guy pulled back a little and let the muscle guy push towards him, wanting more of the kissing, and more of the passion.
Jeff felt a surge in his cock and slowed his strokes, rubbing the soft helmet and gripping the shaft. He was building up to a nice, strong explosion and he was enjoying the pressure and the tension. He reached down to pet his balls, brushing them with the back of his hand as he watched the two naked teens on his laptop kissing. One was pushing the other one back, now, and sitting on his lap, straddling him. His cock was semi-rigid and brushing against the other guy�s belly.
He took his hand off his dick and rested it against his own stomach. It was weirdly firm, now. The muscles had built up on themselves and were pushing against his skin. He moved his hand over each small mound and rubbed his finger along the subtle indent between the abdominals. A thrill of masculinity erupted inside him. He found that he liked having muscle. He liked seeing it. He liked feeling it.
He scrubbed the video ahead and watched the two men tangle in fast-motion until one of them was on the couch with his legs spread apart as the other dove into his hole, licking and teasing and rubbing him. Surprisingly, it was the straight guy getting all the butt attention. Maybe he was a fuck virgin and this was supposed to be special, but his reactions and the easy manner with which he was spreading himself open suggested that this was far from his first time to the party.
The camera moved in close. The small curls of hair around his butt hole were damp and sticky. The other dude was rubbing his thumb against the entry, pushing with subtle nudges and leaning in to lick him and bathe his hole with spit.
Jeff moved his leg onto the chair arm to open himself up as well, reaching under and easily finding his own happy hole. He licked his digit and pushed inside without the teasing, feeling the wet warmth of his butt and wishing someone else was here to help him.
Closing his eyes, the first face he saw was not Jeremy�s, curiously, but Tim�s. The smooth brow, the handsome nose, the strong jawline, the bright blue eyes. Tim was looking at him with a sort of anger or surprise. There was something undeniably hot about him. Not just his body, which was clearly amazing if a bit overdone, and not just his size because he was also packing enough meat to feed the fucking Duggar clan, but his demeanor.
He was like that straight guy on the porno. He should be all alpha male and hard as fuck and pushing his weight around, but he acted weirdly tame and soft. He was like a huge, muscly Teddy Bear, only he was blonde and not very furry.
What were his kisses like? What would it be like to push him down and press your mouth to his? To feel those pillowy lips against yours, and push your tongue inside?
And what the fuck was his hold over Jeremy?
Jeremy. Now there was a hunk of love. That boy could melt any heart he gave some time to. Plus he was outfitted with a cock that would choke a professional and a butt built in heaven. Sure, Tim was a giant made of cock and muscle, but Jeremy was a rock-hard construction of heart and soul. When they had been together, when Jeremy let down his walls and allowed himself to surrender to sex, to its power and its sensations, he took to it like a newborn dolphin in his first swim.
Oh, to hell with that, Jeremy was a natural! Tentative at first, and probably scared of doing something �wrong,� all it took was a few licks on his butt hole and a few deep kisses before the dude�s incredible body took over and he was shoving his meat inside Jeff�s ass like he was born to it.
The sex was great, no doubt about that, and if Jeff hadn�t known that Jeremy was a virgin he would never have guessed it after those first few awkward minutes. Every new lover has a few moments of uncertainty and exploration, and Jeremy was no different, but once a rhythm had been established and they had their clothes off, the dude was like a starving man at a banquet. Any fear or trepidation - indeed, any embarrassment he may have had about what he wanted - all disappeared and he dove in head-first like a man designed for sex.
Passionate, eager, and a super fucking talented fucker. Something about him was special, and it only seemed to appear when he was having sex. It was like something clicked, or some switch was thrown, or he was finally allowed to open himself up and show off who he was. Being naked and fucking made Jeremy more�real.
Or something.
The afterglow was just as nice, which was even more unusual. Most guys get off and get out, but Jeremy wanted to cuddle and kiss and embrace and linger inside the warmth of their shared bodies, showing no signs of slowing down or growing cold at all. If anything, his dick stayed harder after sex than most guys� cocks get when they�re ready to commit! It was�awesome.
And tiring! Jeff�s jaw still ached from trying to satisfy Jeremy�s seemingly unending desire for fellatio, not to mention diving into the warm crevasse between those muscular mounds on his backside that seemed designed to drive Jeff�s libido into overdrive. He�d seen some mighty fine asses in his time, but one look at those meaty mounds flexing and bouncing and he wanted - no, he had to be in there, slurping at Jeremy�s tight pucker and tasting his delicious musky flavor.
He thought about when Jeremy left him alone, naked in bed, to return to his room. He thought about watching Jeremy slip that marvelous bubble butt into those jeans, and how well the material clung to each globe of muscle. He thought about how Jeremy�s ass was the last thing he saw as his lover left him, and how beautiful and sexy that was.
The thought - the memory - of Jeremy�s magic ass made Jeff�s cock pulse and plump. A sizzle of sex erupted up its length and a heavy gob of pre drooled from the mouth of his snake. He sighed with contentment and desire, and could practically smell Jeremy�s scent surrounding him again. He wiped the thick dose of honey off the mouth of his dick and sucked it from his fingers. His cock pulsed hard, again, and swelled in his grip.
A long, low groan from the laptop caused Jeff to open his eyes and dig his finger deeper inside himself. His cock pumped yet another gob of warm pre that cooled against his skin, so he grabbed on and squeezed himself.
Jesus, he was hard! Had he ever been this hard before? And it felt like his horniness level - which had never really been on the slim side - was pumped up to new higher levels lately. And he would swear on a stack of Bibles that his cock was bigger along with his muscles. How that was possible was beyond his comprehension. Muscles grew larger all the time, anyone could do it with a little determination and sweat - but cocks didn�t get bigger, too, no matter how much you could lift.
He grabbed himself hard and watched the head turn red and glossy. He squeezed another drool of pre-cum from the slit, an even more ample flow, and he collected it again and spread it on his tongue.
His cock jerked hard.
The straight muscled guy had had enough rimming and they�d swapped. He was shoving his dick inside the smaller gay guy�s wet hole. He made slapping noises when his wagging balls hit the other guy�s ass. He was grunting and moaning. The camera shot changed and Jeff watched the muscled guy�s butt flex and bulge as he thrust himself into the smaller man�s butt again and again, pistoning like an engine on jet fuel.
There was a tight shot of the small guy�s face. He looked like he was in agony and ecstasy at the same time. His mouth was slack and his eyes were pinched close and he was drooling. It was obvious that the big dude knew what he was doing.
Jeff pushed three fingers inside himself and luxuriated in the sensation of the warm, moist interior of his ass and the intrusion. He opened himself up wider, pulling his other leg to the other arm of the chair and pushed in deeper. He started stroking his big dick as he finger-fucked himself, watching the two men on the small computer screen fucking.
He could feel a nice load building in his balls. His cock was tingling hard, broadcasting its intent to pump up fat ropes of cum on his newly developed pecs. He extracted his fingers from his ass and reached up to pinch and twist his nipple, sending a conduit of fresh sexual electricity through his body. His abs jumped and swelled. He could smell the funky tang of his own ass on his fingers, and his cock grew fatter and harder to signal its imminent explosion.
�Aw fuck,� he whispered. He dug his fingers back into his hole, prodding his prostate and priming the pump. �Aw, fuck, yeah.�
He felt his cock swell again. Bigger. Thicker. Harder. The familiar and welcome sensation of orgasm was filling it up, inflating it with power, he pushed his digits back inside and his ass tightened around them, his balls seized up, he sucked in a series of small breaths as his chest swelled and receded. He looked down, loving to watch himself cum.
The first shot was enormous and splattered against his face and neck, a hot wet slap. The next two were equally full. Fat gouts of cream that splashed on his skin, striking his neck and chest.
He came again and again, shoving these enormous amounts of cream out of his balls and up the fat, hard inches of his prick and against his muscled body, feeling the heat and wetness splatter like liquid sex against his skin.
It felt amazing.
He came another heavy stream, shooting hard. It was amazing! So much cum! It struck his lips and he licked it off. He shot again, opening his mouth and aiming into it with practiced precision. He bent closer, pointing the erupting mouth of his cock towards his lips, opening wide.
Closer. Leaning forward.
He came again, slowly tightening his ass and pushing the load out, feeling its tingling electricity race up his dick. A fat fountain that seemed to last forever.
Closer.
He pressed his tongue against the hot head of his cock, causing another fresh spurt of cream to gush directly into his mouth.
His body bent farther. Impossibly, he moved his mouth over the helmet and came again. His balls sizzled. Sweat coated his naked skin. His muscles sang with heat as they stretched and flexed.
He sucked against himself and came again. He filled his own mouth with a flood of hot, salty, sticky cream and swallowed it all.
He came again.
It coated his tongue and teeth and gums.
He came again.
It squirted out of the corner of his mouth, the rich delivery seeming even thicker than before.
He came again.
Pulling his rigid beast inside, sucking against the hard heat, dragging his teeth along its steely surface.
He came again.
He felt the head of his prick rub against the back of his throat.
He came again.
Shooting thick streams directly into his guts, feeling the warmth pooling and spreading.
He came again.
His cock was pumping cum inside him. His balls were swelling with more.
He came again.
He came again.
He came again.
Jeff looked up at the building where Jeremy lived. His breath was a fog escaping his mouth and he was hot and sweaty from his run. He hadn�t stopped, hitting the sidewalk at a fast pace and racing the entire way across campus.
He was smiling broadly and he reached up to wipe the sweat from his brow. Something large and swollen caught in his peripheral vision. His arm. His biceps. His newly formed ball of hard power.
When he moved, he was reminded again of his muscles. He paused and looked down at his chest. Two broad plates of hard muscle pressed tightly against his shirt, stretching it to the limits. He was reminded of the feeling of the heavy meat bouncing as he ran. His legs still burned, though whether that was from the running or their new bands of power he wasn�t certain.
Bigger. He had grown bigger again. And this time, he was certain, he knew the reason why.
His cum was like fuel. The more he pumped into himself, the bigger he grew. Still not the massive muscular beauty that Jeremy was, and nowhere close to the mammoth monster that Tim was, but he was most definitely bigger.
He moved his hand onto his right pec and cupped the hard meat. His nipple pushed against the thin cotton and his touch made it tingle. His heavier, meatier cock jump, pushing against his jeans and reminding him how tightly packed he was.
He could cum again. He knew it. He could strip off these too-tight clothes and bend down and swallow his huge prick inside his mouth and start pumping more rich, hot cream inside himself and feel its lava spread through his body like blood, reaching along his arms and legs, pushing inside his biceps and triceps, mounting his shoulders, his delts, injecting his lats, warming his butt and belly and chest, and he would feel that warm sensation harden and coalesce until he could feel himself stretching, feel his muscles sing with electricity as they began swelling, that shimmering pain of growth that signaled that when he was done, he�d be bigger.
His cock was tighter inside his jeans. Bigger there, too. Thicker, at least, that much was certain. He had trouble even containing the thing inside his pants, but probably half that shrinkage in the size of his basket was due to a meatier butt on the backside, which he had tried to see from every angle in the small bathroom mirror.
He looked up again and tried to locate Jeremy�s room, up in the third floor near the end. He had to tell him - no, he had to show him what was happening! He lifted his arm to shade his eyes and heard a rip. The underarm of his shirt could withstand no more stress and had torn itself open along the seam. He lifted his arm overhead and poked his finger into the tear, but the actions only worsened the condition as his upper torso flared wider, and the rip traveled down along the side of his body.
The winter air caressed his hot flesh, and with sudden conviction and a sense of empowerment, he placed his hands at the collar of the tight t-shirt and drew them apart.
His biceps bulged to full bloom and his pecs and shoulders joined in, ripping the cotton down the center as Jeff proceeded to tear himself out of the tight shirt and and then held the tattered remnants in his hand, looking down at himself and his new body fully exposed.
Damn, he looked big. Two mounds of muscle had replaced the flat plates that had replaced his formerly shallow chest. The subtle six-pack had bloomed into prominent ripples. His bigger nipples hardened to hard caps as the cold air wound itself around his torso.
The sun was shining overhead in the bright blue sky, It was frigid outside, but he felt curiously warm inside. His cock was pulsing, reminding him again of its heft and thickness, trying hard to push its way to freedom.
He opened the doors and went inside, bounding the stairs two at a time on his way to Jeremy�s room. The building was eerily quiet, everyone having vacated for the winter break and his steps echoed loudly in the stairwell. He pushed open the doorway and jogged to the end of the hall where Jeremy and his room mate lived, feeling his chest bouncing again. It made a smile jump to his face, this sensation of heavy meat on his bones.
He rapped his knuckles against the door, calling, �Jeremy! Hey, Jeremy! I gotta show you something! You�re not going to believe�.�
�Some people are trying to sleep, y�know. Some people have had rather active days today.�
The voice came from behind him. Jeff pivoted around and saw someone whom he at first mistook for Tim, because he had the same size, the same absurd level of muscular development, and apparently the same penchant for appearing sans clothing to greet visitors. After all, how could there possibly be two nearly seven-foot-high bodybuilders with faces like runway models and cocks like horses?
But it was immediately evident that this was someone else entirely. Dark, shaggy hair where Tim was blond. A thick carpet of mahogany fur where Tim was nearly bare. A face more rugged than beautiful, with a killer smile (Tim always seemed to be frowning at Jeff) and dark shards of onyx for eyes. It was like being confronted with a naked lumberjack. �Oh,� Jeff explained, �Sorry for the noise, I was looking for�.�
�He�s out.�
�Oh.�
�With Tim.�
�Oh.�
�You Jeff?�
He smiled and strode towards the huge man leaning against the doorframe, his hand thrust forward and said, �I am. Very pleased to meet you, uh�?�
�Barry,� said Barry, arching an eyebrow. He took the smaller man�s hand into his gargantuan paw, squeezing meaningfully as they shook. �You look bigger than I expected.�
�I am bigger than you expected,� he agreed proudly. �Speaking of bigger,� he said, looking pointedly at Barry�s thick, foot-long prick, �you�re fairly impressive yourself.�
Barry looked down and shrugged. �And I�m not even hard, yet.�
Jeff dropped his hand and huffed out a quiet laugh, thinking, �yet.� �I�you�re Tim�s room mate?�
�In the flesh,� he answered. He lifted one hand and placed it behind his own neck, opening up the thickly carpeted, deeply funky pit under his arm. His pungent masculine scent struck Jeff like a slap in the face. �They might not be back for a while.�
�I see.�
�On a date.�
�That�s nice.�
�Is it?�
Jeff narrowed his eyes. �Don�t you think so?�
He shrugged again. It made the folds of muscle bunch and his deltoids climbed to practically kiss his earlobes. �Doesn�t it seem silly to you?�
�I like dates,� he answered.
�Too much of this,� Barry said, making a kind of talking puppet with his free hand. �Not enough this.� He shifted his hips forward a couple of times, making his cock wag like a heavy pendulum.
�I see your point.�
�It�s kind of hard to miss.�
Jeff looked down. �It�s prominent, that�s certain.�
�I have a big point.� Barry shifted his hips and his 9-inches of thick meat swung like a pendulum.
�Ample,� he agreed.
�But you don�t agree with my point.�
Now Jeff shrugged. �I like talking. I like talking with you right now. Don�t you like talking with me?�
�I�m too busy considering the options.� His eyes were traveling all over Jeff�s naked, muscular torso.
�Uh huh,� Jeff answered. He tilted his head slightly and narrowed his gaze. �I get the feeling you don�t hear �no� very often.�
�Well,� Barry smiled, reaching down to stroke his monster, �certainly not lately.�
�Then I�m thinking that this will come as a delightful surprise.�
�What will?�
�No.�
Barry looked perplexed and doubtful. �No?�
Jeff shook his head. �I don�t think so.�
�Wait. You�re gonna stand there looking at me like this and you�re gonna tell me��
�No.�
�What the fuck is wrong with you?�
�Nothing�s wrong with me. As a matter of fact I think I�m pretty special.�
�Then what the fuck�?�
�The problem is that you don�t think I�m pretty special, too.�
�Oh, fuck, not this again!�
�Not what again?�
�I just�he�� Barry was pointing back to Jeremy�s door, but he let his arm drop. �Never mind.�
Jeff glanced at Jeremy�s door with a slight scowl, then he looked back. �I�d be more than happy to continue our conversation, but I have some rules about things like this.�
�Things like what?�
�Fucking.�
�Who said anything about fucking?�
�Then you weren�t talking about fucking?�
�Well, yeah, of course I was talking about fucking, but I thought I was being charming.�
�That�s one word for it.�
�Hey!�
�Look, Barry. You seem nice. You look great. I bet that cock in my ass would make me see stars and heaven and maybe even god.� Barry�s face brightened up at the compliment. �But I like getting to know someone first, and you�ve made it pretty clear that your one-track mind is headed in only one direction. lead by your dick.�
�I can talk.�
�Can you?�
�Sure! I can talk the shit out of someone.�
�You�re already half-erect, Barry.� Which was true. His cock had swelled and started to rise, throbbing dully and growing larger by the heartbeat.
�What, I can�t talk to someone while I have a hard-on?� He flicked his dick and folded his arms across his gargantuan chest. It swelled into two large, meaty pillows.
�All the blood is rushing from your big brain into your little brain, and pretty soon it�s going to be doing all the thinking for you.�
�I tend to trust its instincts,� he admitted.
�And I can appreciate that, but I like to think a bit more highly of myself - and of my lovers - than to just jump into bed at the first sign of Mr. Stiffy.�
�So you and Jeremy didn�t�?�
�What Jeremy and I did is between me and Jeremy.�
�So you did!� He pressed his finger into Jeff�s meatier chest, forcing him to stagger back a step.
�We�re discussing you at the moment.�
�Not us?�
�There is no us.�
�Yet.�
�There�s that word again.�
�Which word? What word?� He seemed genuinely perplexed.
�I�ll admit that my sexual mores may be a bit more lax than some, but I prefer to know the people I sleep with.�
Barry shrugged again, leaning against the doorway. �What�s to know? I�m a simple guy. I like pizza, Game of Thrones, and fucking. Not necessarily in that order.�
�Okay, and what else?�
�What d�you mean, what else?�
�I know what you like to eat, I know you like TV, and I know your favorite hobby. What else?�
�I�we�look, what do you want from me?�
�Whatever you�re willing to give me.�
�So you get to dig around inside my head before I get to dig around inside your pants, is that it?�
�We�ll see where things go.� Jeff�s eyes moved up and down Barry�s impressive dimensions. �Did you�want to put some clothes on?�
�Not particularly.�
�It�s just that, well, based on experience, if we go into your room to �have a conversation� what we�ll really end up doing is talking with our dicks instead of our mouths.�
�My dick has a lot to say,� he answered, grinning.
�I�m sure,� Jeff answered drily, �but as I said, I have some rules.�
Barry straightened and released a heavy, dramatic sigh. �Fine. Whatever. I�m horny as a stud bull in a field of cow pussy and I need some more action. You want to talk, we�ll talk. I�ll talk you up a shitstorm of charm. I�ll talk so good you�ll wonder who�s been fucking your ears.�
Jeff laughed despite himself. �You wouldn�t happen�?�
�What?�
He held up his shredded shirt. �Kind of ripped through this one. I was wondering��
�That seems to happen a lot around here, lately.� Barry nodded, �Yeah, sure. Lemme cover up this fine bod in some threads and I�ll grab you a shirt. Won�t be a second.� He turned and left the door open, and Jeff pushed it wider to take a look inside, and a gander at Barry�s ass which was, of course, a marvel.
The room, however, was nothing short of a disaster area. It looked like someone had taken a wrecking ball to the place - not just the furniture, but the floor itself was showing signs of wreckage. Both beds were little more than mattresses strewn on the floor, and everything was broken and busted up. �Party?�
Barry was sniffing a shirt in his hands before tossing it to Jeff. �Fucking,� Barry explained.
�You and Tim?�
He nodded, looking around for more clothing for his own body. �He got excited,� Barry said, as if that simple phrase explained the complete destructive nature of the small space.
�I see,� he said, and thought about the tender, gentle, near-virginal Jeremy that was out there somewhere at this very moment with a man who was capable of this. �And does that happen very often?�
�Did you want to talk about Tim or did you want to talk about me?� Barry pushed his legs into a pair of jeans and zipped himself carefully inside them. Thick bulges of muscle and cock pressed outwards like he was wearing a second skin made of denim.
�Sorry,� Jeff answered. He tossed his old ripped-up shirt into the room�s destruction and started to pull the borrowed one on. He could smell the distinct and not unpleasant odor of men on it. He stopped and pulled it into his hands, drawing the soft material to his nose.
Oddly, he seemed to be able to distinguish the scent of at least two�no, three different men. Normally he would only have smelled the faint tang of sweat, but in his head he was sorting these scents apart and cataloging them like a database.
One of the scents - and the strongest - was definitely Barry. He could recognize it, even though they had just met. He might not have known what it was without that connection, but there was definitely �Barry� woven into the cloth.
That was to be expected, of course, but the�clarity of that recognition made him pause and wrinkle his brow.
Then there were two other scents, one stronger than the other. Tim had to be one of those. They shared a small room together, among other things, so it made sense that Tim�s scent would mingle with Barry�s. If it was Tim he smelled, he really, really liked the odor of Tim. It was the same as Barry�s in most ways - strongly masculine, funky, musky, that sweet-sour tang of sweat and dirt - but it was also radically different, with what he could only think of as �Tim-ness.�
The third scent was more subtle, but also stronger. Not stronger in the sense of its odor, but in the sense of its owner. He had the distinct sensation that this third man was�incredibly powerful in some fashion. Again, it was simply and overwhelmingly masculine, and Jeff would normally have attributed the shirt�s grubby but enticing smell solely to Barry.
But he could tell them apart. As these smells were woven into his senses, his brain seemed to paint pictures of the different owners and separate them, distinguish them.
He�d never had an experience like this before, and he had fallen into a kind of trance as he stood there with the shirt held to his nostrils, breathing in the exciting and exotic flavors of three other men like wine on his tongue.
Then Barry was standing before him waving his large hand in his face, saying, �Dude.�
�What?�
�You spaced out.�
�Oh. Sorry.� He looked down at the shirt. �That�s�weird.�
Barry looked at the shirt, too. �Dude. It�s a shirt.�
�No, I mean�never mind.� He pulled the white v-neck t-shirt over his head. A cascade of images and emotions accompanied the action as his senses continued drinking in the dirty shirt�s many fascinating masculine shades. He paused and took a deep breath. �I really like this shirt.�
Barry�s eyebrow arched and then he shrugged. �Keep it. I got others.�
�Thanks,� Jeff said, and then he smiled.
�So, where to, Debate Club?�
�Debate Club?�
�Everyone needs a nickname,� Barry explained.
�What�s yours, then?�
�Just call me The Fuckmeister,�
Jeff�s mouth grimaced. �I think I�ll just call you Barry, if you don�t mind.�
The huge, shaggy-headed pile of masterful muscle shrugged his mountainous shoulders. �I don�t mind.� He stepped into the hall and pulled his dorm room door closed.
Jeff asked, �You hungry?�
�Thirsty,� he replied. �I already had a big meal.� He smiled. It was the kind of smile that said a lot without words, and left Jeff with the distinct impression that �a big meal� was just another euphemism for sex.
�Coffee?�
Barry gestured towards the stairs, bowing slightly.
The two walked through the deserted campus, with Barry talking in his usual animated fashion and Jeff mostly listening. Barry could, true to his promise, talk up a shitstorm of charm.
He was at turns gross, bombastic, egotistic, overtly and almost uncomfortably sexual, but above all he was charming.
It was weird.
Jeff would never normally be attracted to someone like Barry. Jeremy was more his style, or even Tim (assuming that the few things that Jeremy had told him of Tim was indicative of his true character) but there was something undeniably likable, even endearing, about this huge man.
For one thing there was his vocabulary. Barry was one of the most talented vulgarians that Jeff had ever met. He didn�t merely sprinkle liberal amounts of �fuck� into his conversation, he practically painted masterpieces with them. Not to mention that the man seemed to have no concept at all concerning what was okay to talk about and what wasn�t. You want to talk to him about fucking? He was super happy to do it, and to go into great details, and to explain why something was �good fucking� versus something that was �bad fucking.�
Though almost all of it was good.
He went on at length about the differences between fucking men and fucking women. He talked with lustful delight about the tastes of different body parts on different lovers, and the best ways to enjoy them. He talked about how much he loved cock, how much happiness his own gave him and how much time he spent with them. (Them?, wondered Jeff, but he was having too much fun to ask.)
He talked about cock and ass and tits and cunts and on and on.
There was nothing out of bounds, nothing embarrassing, nothing, truly, he was not prepared to expound upon from Barry�s limitless well of sexual opinions and pronouncements.
But most of all, it was Barry�s supreme comfort with himself that was most attractive. Others used boastfulness and egotism as a kind of armor. They were far from the self-confident men they tried so hard to portray, but Barry was that guy.
He loved himself. And he couldn�t understand why anyone wouldn�t love him just as deeply.
He spoke with passion and animation, gesturing so wildly at times that Jeff had to duck to avoid a suddenly thrust arm or swiftly pointed finger.
Through it all, Jeff came to realize that Barry was probably the most accomplished lover that he�d ever met - even if only half of his boasts were true. He was a bit all over the place and didn�t seem to place too much value on careful selection when it came to lovers, but he was thorough and he was passionate.
�Oh! And then there�s kissing, right?�
Jeff smiled. �Right.�
�Kissing is fucking aaaaaawesome!� Barry practically sang the last word. �I used to think of it as, like, the prelude, right? As the fucking little, like, song that happens before you get to the whole fucking orchestra all coming at once. But, you know, kissing is the orchestra! I mean, if you find someone who�s a good kisser, fucking grab �em by the balls and hold the fuck onto them because someone who�s a great kisser, I guaran-damn-tee you that they are a fucking fuck god in bed!�
�Yeah?� Jeff asked, prodding him.
Barry looked over, pursing his lips and nodding like a sage. �Fuck yeah, bro. I�m fucking serious as a heart attack. See, here�s what I figure. Kissing, now, kissing is like the litmus test of anyone you have hopes of making the beast with two backs with. Kissing - now, some girls? Won�t kiss. Won�t even. And I can see why. I mean, it�s suuuuuper intimate, right? I mean, going down on them, licking their pussy, eating them out, whatever, bro. But kissing them on the mouth, right there, right in front of them, it takes tenderness and patience and care, right? Anyone can fake a blow job.� Which he then began to do, holding a phantom cock in his hand as he proceeded to shove his open mouth on its rather ample head. �But kissing, now�no one can fake that.�
�And you�re a good kisser?�
Barry actually paused before he answered, perhaps considering the question important. �I think so,� he said at last, kind of quietly. �I�m a great kisser.�
�How do you know?�
Barry stopped and Jeff walked on a couple of steps before stopping, too, turning around to look at the larger man. �Is that a challenge?� He was smiling.
�What do you mean?�
�You want to kiss me?� Before Jeff could answer, Barry rolled his eyes and added, �We�re not fucking or anything, it�s just a kiss.�
�I don�t believe there�s such a thing as �just a kiss.��
�So�you agree with me?�
�Which part?�
�Dude! How awesome kissing is!�
�Sure, it�s awesome, but it�s also the most intimate thing two people can share.�
�Dude.�
�You don�t think so?�
He walked up to Jeff, towering over him. �More intimate than me sticking my cock in your ass and drilling so deep you can taste my dick on your tongue?�
�Kissing is a way of knowing someone. When you kiss them, it�s not like when you fuck them. Not to be vulgar, but you can fuck a glazed donut and probably get off.� Barry shrugged. �But kissing someone else isn�t like any other act of passion. You can�t fake it. You can�t not mean it. That�ll show up.�
�I�ve kissed plenty of chicks I didn�t love.�
�Did I mention love? I said it was intimate. You�re revealing things about yourself you don�t under any other circumstances. If you�re faking that, the other person will know.�
�You�re making it sound all spiritual and shit.�
�It is, in a way.�
Barry was gazing into Jeremy�s eyes for a long time. Then he simply reached forward with his hands, cupping the smaller man�s face, and pushed his lips onto Jeremy�s mouth.
The smaller man wasn�t exactly shocked at the suddenness of the kiss, he could feel the tension building between Barry and him and he knew something was going to happen.
Barry started out a bit sloppily, probably trying too hard to show Jeremy what he meant. He was all lips and tongue and spit for a couple of heartbeats, not him but his parts, pushing himself at the other man rather than sharing himself fully. Jeremy was ready to call it a day when there was a sudden shift in Barry�s kiss, in his body and his breathing, and the kiss grew less hurried and more tender.
Jeremy turned his head slightly and raised his arms, meaning to embrace Barry - but he was huge. There was almost too much Barry to fully encompass, and his muscles felt like smooth rocks under his shirt.
Barry was a good kisser, for sure. Something was missing, though, and then Jeremy realized what was missing and everything clicked.
What was missing was Jeremy. He was inside his head, thinking about the kiss, considering it and measuring it and comparing it - instead of enjoying it and sinking into it and becoming it.
The two men stood in the open on their college campus wound in each others� arms kissing with passion and commitment. It became not so much about the kiss but about them. It was fun and it was sexy and it was hot and it was nice. Talking stopped for a few minutes and through some mutual silent agreement, neither man groped the other, hands did not find their way onto asses, no one reached down to cop a feel and squeeze a tight cock or rub against a delicate body part.
It was just a kiss.
A perfect kiss.
Their mouths parted and both men looked at each other smiling. Finally, Jeremy said, �Yes.�
�Yes, what?�
�You are a great kisser.�
They ended up at the cafeteria, but the doors were locked. �I didn�t expect that,� Jeremy admitted.
Barry smirked. �Well, that sucks.�
�Sort of,� Jeremy agreed. He looked over and up at his new swarthy wall of muscle friend. �Any suggestions?�
�There�s that coffee shop. The one just off campus?�
�Jaspers.�
�Yeah.�
�I kinda don't�what about McDonald�s?�
�The home of the Big Mac?� Barry answered doubtfully.
�Yeah? Something wrong with Mickey D�s?�
�You just don�t seem like a guy who spends time in a fast food joint.�
�Honestly? I fucking love an Egg McMuffin.�
�And hashed browns, am I right?�
�It�s like eating Christmas.�
�Dude. You are so right on.� He offered his hand for a high five and Jeremy slapped it, albeit a bit awkwardly. �You�re weird,� Barry observed, �but I like you.�
�I like you, too.�
�Great. Can we fuck now, please? My dick is gonna explode after that kiss.�
�Almost,� Jeremy admitted. �We�re almost ready.�
�What the fuck else did you want to do?�
He smiled. �Now you get to ask me questions!�
�But I don�t care!�
�You�re losing points quickly,� Jeremy pointed out.
�No, I don�t mean I don�t care about you! I mean I don�t care about these rules! Can�t I ask you questions while we�re fucking? I can think of lots of things to ask you when we�re fucking.�
�Such as?�
�Can I come in your ass? Where should I put my tongue next? If I tell you to eat me, which part do you think of first? When I do this, does it feel good or does it feel like I�m trying to fit a baseball bat into a buttonhole?�
Jeremy laughed. �All good questions.�
�See? So let�s you and me go over to your not-destroyed place and have a little in-n-out together and get warm and cozy. I�ll tell you all my secrets and you can tell me all of yours and in the meantime we�ll both be able to empty our balls and fountain fat loads of sticky goo all over each other�s hot body!�
It was hard to argue with that logic.