I was back in college after the summer spent at home, a relatively boring vacation. I was glad to be back in Boston again, I had missed it. Anyway this was the first day with a new course and a new professor.
As I walked into the room it was filled mostly with the people that I recognized from last year. They were mainly the same people that had filled my classes because it is a small program that I attend, so almost everything I took had basically the same people. Not that it was a problem. It presented ample opportunities to make a very close group of friends, and you could work together on almost every project.
It was a small class only about 18 people. I chose my seat next to Eric, a close friend of mine whom I had been lusting after the year earlier . . . not that he knew about it though. When the professor walked in he was carrying an armful of old notebooks, which seemed very strange to me. He explained their presence though as soon as he began.
You see he was a very meticulous professor and since it was such a small class he had somehow collected notebooks that at some point or another each person in the class had done before. Very strange, not to mention very difficult to get those considering the comments from most of us were "I threw that out a long time ago."
As he went through the stack he pointed out details about different things that were good or bad about each. Finally he called out my name, and held up a notebook, which to my embarrassment had a cover of a picture of a man standing next to a bicycle wearing nothing but a tight pair of shorts.
Since I was still not completely open about my sexuality (I'm bisexual if you must know) this was quite a shock. As he went through the notebook I realized three things. First I realized that the notebook was from fifth grade. Second that the cover was something I had never done on a notebook. Finally from these I realized I was dreaming.
Well no point in wasting a perfectly good dream - especially one with Eric in it - by waking up. Since it was a dream I could do anything I wanted - and I did.
First, I reached out my hand and the cover flew off once I held it I turned it over to reveal the name Karen V., obviously not mine which I informed the class quieting their snickers. Then knocking the book from the professor's hand I pointed out that it was from fifth grade.
Now revenge taken care of it was time to turn my attention to Eric. Suddenly we were no longer in the classroom but back in my apartment.
Eric turned to me and says, "It's a shame that the picture wasn't really yours."
Smiling, I looked into his beautiful blue-green eyes and said, "Why you're much better looking." Then reached over and kissed him. His first response was shock, and then he began to kiss me back.
One very passionate kiss, with our tongues tangled together wrestling back and forth between our two mouths. I reached down his back to feel his ass. That perfect bubble-butt that I had admired so many times. Watching as it jiggled slightly when he walked. Or watching it pressed tight into the shorts that he was wearing while roller blading.
I pulled us back onto the couch so that our bodies were pressed close together. That close contact even through our clothing excited me. However, that wasn't good enough. As soon as I though about it our shirts disappeared. The contact between our chests sent lightning all over my skin as our kiss continued. I rolled us over so that I was now on top and broke our kiss. I proceeded to kiss a trail down his neck, to his chest and then over to his right nipple. Licking and sucking, the bronze colored nipple quickly had it very erect.
I moved over to the left nipple and continued on it what I had started with its counterpart. Eric let out a soft groan as he ran his fingers through my hair. I moved back up to his mouth and kissed him again. Then removed both of our shorts.
His navel captured my attention. Clothed in soft hairs, that seemed to draw me to it. I licked and sucked and kissed his entire stomach, and in between the muscles of his abdomen.
Finally he decided it was his turn to be on top and pushed me back to the other end of the couch, then climbed on top of me. Kissing me more aggressively than he had before.
He continued down my neck, kissing and licking his way down to my chest. Then teasing my right nipple with his hand and my left with his tongue, he started to move down again. He kissed his way down my stomach and across my abs, down to my belly button. Flicking his tongue in it and around it. I was in heaven. While still licking my stomach he reached his hand down to grab my stiff cock through my silk boxers.
Lightly caressing it through the material enjoying the feel of it twitching inside its cloth prison. Then he moved his hand down further, to knead my balls inside the material. But this wasn't enough. He wanted more. Sliding his hand down my leg until he reached the end of my boxers, then sliding his hand up my leg on the inside of my boxers.
He reached in and massaged my nuts briefly. Then moved his hand down to lightly stroke that sensitive area that runs between my nuts and my asshole. This motion sent shivers of delight across my skin.
He'd had enough of teasing. With one smooth motion he lifted my legs up and slid my boxers down and off. He started licking my sack with a long stroke, causing me to moan with pleasure. Then he took his and wrapped it around my steel hard shaft. Taking his thumb and sliding it over the head spreading my pre-cum around the tip. Finally when he had me moaning and writhing in ecstasy. He opened his mouth and engulfed the head. Sliding his tongue around the ridge of the head causing me to moan some more.
I reached down and laid my hand on his head, his beautiful head that was giving me so much pleasure now. As I ran my fingers through is hair, he began to swallow my cock, when he finally got down to the base he began this intense suction as he slowly moved back up to the top. Settling into a slow up and down motion while all that I was able to do was moan with delight.
