Me and Salty Goodness almost fucked during class.

I called him Salty Goodness because he was unnaturally sexy and because I didn't know his real name until later. He was the kind of boy I loved, the kind who didn't spend too much time worrying about how his clothes looked, who could wear a Gucci suit or a raggedy pillowcase as a shirt and still look divine. I could tell he had one of those laidback attitudes; he seemed like the kind of dude that spent his time enjoying the simplicity of life, rather than spending his whole time worrying about shit that really didn't matter in the long run. I wanted him more than anything I ever wanted in my whole life, but I figured he didn't know that I existed.

Sitting in my dumb ass Anthropology class, I drew little dumb sketches in my notebook of smiley-faces and dicks. we had one of those movie theater type of classrooms, where the seats are tiered. I sat in the very back row, at the end, all the way at the top. There were only three other people sitting in the row with me. From time to time I would look at the large clock on the wall, and it never seemed to move. The professor's voice droned in my head, but I didn't hear a single word he said, and really didn't give a fuck either.

The classroom door opened and Salty Goodness came in, holding his skateboard in one hand. Professor Old Boring Ass paused a moment as S.G came in and searched for a seat. "Class started twenty minutes ago," the white-haired professor said. Salty Goodness shugged. "Not my fault I couldn't find a parking space." Some people laughed. I was too busy spacing out to really know what was going on, until I locked eyes with that ridiculously handsome boy.

His eyes were the color of the ocean on a beautiful day. Even from a slight distance, I could see those eyes clearly. My fingers twitched. There was one open seat next to me, and my heart thudded in my chest with the possibility that he might sit next to me. He sauntered toward my row, and now I was beginning to breathe really rapidly now. Salty Goodness looked at me as he squeezed through two people to get to the seat next to me. By this time I had held my breath, and I was tapping my pen on my paper very quickly.

As he sat down, his shirt rode up, and I could see the bottom of his flat stomach, the sharp oblique line of his waist, and just a small portion of where his lower back curved into the top of his round ass. He wasn't wearing underwear. My dick almost leapt up in my jeans. Salty Goodness pulled out his notebook, turned to a blank page, and waited to write something down. I took sneak glances at his smooth, large hands, and his very long fingers. I loved long fingers, and I liked that his fingernails were not too manicured or not too dirty-looking, just simple. He turned and looked at me, and me, still nervous, turned to look at him briefly. His skin was beyond smooth: no acne marks, blemishes, wrinkles, or any of that--it was almost as if he didn't have pores. His lips were smaller than mine, and they were the color of pink bubble-gum. He had an attractive goatee as well, and the most adorable head of short, curly ebony hair, which contrasted so well with his azure eyes. I couldn't believe how attractive his eyes were. Salty Goodness opened his pretty mouth and said, "Did he say somethin important yet?" His voice was so sexy to me, kind of a deep, raspy tight voice.

My heart was still palpitating wildly. I shrugged. "He never says anything important to me."

"You got the notes from Tuesday? I wasn't here," he said.

"I didn't take notes," he said. "I was bored outta my fuckin mind."

Salty Goodness laughed quietly. I was almost blinded by the whiteness of his teeth. He looked down at my notebook paper, and saw the little stupid drawings I had made, including one of a giant dick. I had completely forgotten about drawing that. When I saw him looking at it, I covered it up with my hand. He leaned in kind of close, not too close that we were touching or that other people around us would notice, but close enough that I could smell his skin. I liked that he didn't smell completely fresh, not that he was stinking, but his natural body odor wasn't completely masked by soap. My dick was still semi-hard. I hoped that he wouldn't see it.

But then Salty Goodness said to me, "That was a big dick". He whispered it so softly that only I could hear it, and even when I heard it, I wasn't sure if I heard him correctly. I didn't know if he was talking about the picture I had drawn, or the rising boner in my pants. Time seemed to pass slowly, but now that Salty Goodness was there, I really didn't care if time froze. He put his elbow on the armrest next to me and placed his hand on his cheek, with his head leaning toward me. I wanted to run my fingers through his curly hair. But of course I didn't. I returned to drawing little sketches in my book, and for some reason, I wrote "Salty Goodness" across the top of the page. He looked over at my paper, saw what I had written, and asked, "What's that mean?"

"Uh...I don't know. Just wrote it."

He looked at me, with his blue eyes piercing into me. "You know what Salty Goodness means don't you?" He had this wicked smile on his face.

"No. What does it mean?"

He used his pen and wrote something on my paper: "Cum."

I almost gasped, but managed to control myself. Salty Goodness chuckled softly. "You didn't know that?" he asked.

I felt kinda embarassed. "No."

He rubbed his foot against my foot. I felt an almost electric charge run up my thigh to my dick, making it even harder and noticible. One of the girls who sat in my row got up and headed toward the exit, leaving only one boy sitting at the very opposite side of the row, Salty Goodness and me, who sat the other opposite end. And that other boy was sleep and wasn't paying attention to us.

On my paper, he wrote, in really crisp handwriting: My name is Gary. What's yours?"

I wrote down: Josh.

"Josh," Gary whispered. The way he said my name made my skin warm up. He gazed down at the throbbing area in my jeans and smiled again. "This class making you hard, Josh?" he didn't seem disturbed by my erection at all, but intrigued.

"No..." I tried to laugh it off like it was nothing special. "Just happens sometimes." I placed my notebook over my crotch area.

Gary wrote on my paper: How big is it?

I couldn't believe he had asked me that. For a moment I was dumbfounded, and I was fully hard by that point. "Like eight inches," I whispered as low as I could. Gary's blue eyes sparkled.

"Yeah?" he asked. "That's tight."

A boy sitting in front of us turned around and looked up at us. He had this look on his face that suggested "Stop talking"

he turned back around. Gary just laughed.

He wrote on my paper: 9 1/2

For some reason I didn't get it at first. "What's that mean?" I asked. He confirmed what I thought he meant by squeezing the crotch area in his loose jeans. Gary slouched in his seat, spreading his legs open. His shirt tail came up a little, and I saw the ridges of his abs, his small navel, and the top of his thick pubic bush. I licked my lips.

"You wanna see it?" Gary asked.

I nodded.

Gary undid his zipper very slowly. He did it on purpose to tease me, but I enjoyed it. Once his fly was open, Gary

reached in with his thumb and index finger and started to massage his dick through his jeans. I waited for him to take it out, but he never did. He stopped and zipped up his jeans. I was disappointed.

"What happened?" I asked, my dick almost about to pop through the denim of my jeans.

Gary shook his head. "Can't do it. Too nervous." But I didn't believe him. He didn't seem like the nervous type. "Let's get outta here," he said. "I know somewhere we could go." Gary didn't wait for me to answer. He stood, picked up his skateboard and backpack, and headed out of the class. People turned and watched him as he left, including the angry professor.

I waited until my dick softened a little, and then I got my stuff, and as quielty as possible, left, trying not to be noticed. But people noticed me anyway, and the professor gave me a look worse than he had given Gary.

Outside, Gary waited for me, leaning against a pillar, looking like a natural model. He ushered me to come with him and I followed. "You live on campus or off campus?" he asked.

"On campus. I live in the dorms."

"Any hot boys in your dorm?" Gary asked.

"A few."

"You bone any of them?" Gary continued.

"No. Do you live on campus?" I asked.

"No. I live with my girlfriend," Gary said simply.

My heart stopped briefly. "Girlfriend? Huh?"

Gary saw the amazement on my face. "Swing both ways," he said.

I was more than a little disappointed. And Gary saw that. "You got a problem with that?" he asked.

"I usually don't do stuff with people who have girlfriends or whatever."

Gary said, "We're open. She doesn't care if I fuck with other people."

"Does she know you fuck with guys?"

Gary shrugged. "I don't know."

We walked into a nearly empty building. The hallway was completely deserted of all people, which I thought was kinda weird, since the campus was always crowded in the morning. Gary led us downstairs, and into a bathroom that really wasn't all that clean. I was starting to feel a little weird. "I don't know if I wanna do this now."

Now Gary looked disappointed. His blue eyes filled with a little sadness. "Is it cause I got a girlfriend? Cause if you don't like it here, we can go somewhere else."

"I mean, you're cute as hell and all and..." Gary dropped his backpack and skateboard on the floor, walked up to me, and kissed me deeply. It took me by surprise. He filled my mouth with his talented tongue, and he caressed my lips with his. It had been a long time since a guy kissed me like that, and I almost fell to my knees. Gary slipped his hands under my shirt and ran his hands up and down my back. Every place he touched me, my skin tingled. Gary took me by the hand, picked up his things, and led me into one of the larger stalls. He locked it. I never felt so nervous before. "Somebody might come in here," I said.

Gary shut me up with another kiss. He was raping my tongue with his. He slammed me against the stall wall and started to kiss my neck. "You taste so good," he murmered. "I just wanna..." Gary lifted up my shirt and licked my nipples, but then he trailed down with his tongue to my navel and about five hot minutes licking circles in my navel. He stopped when we heard somebody enter the bathroom, and walk over to the urinal right next to ours.

I was really scared, but Gary seemed completely calm. We listened as the boy next to us pissed in the toilet. We waited for him to flush the toilet and leave, but he didn't. After he finished peeing, he didn't leave. I saw his shoes underneath the stall. He just stood there.

And then Gary continued to tongue kiss me. He pressed up against me, so that I could feel his big dick pressing up against mine. I pulled up his shirt, ran my hands over his smooth, muscular back, and then I reached into the back of his jeans and felt his hard, curvy ass. I squeezed each round ball, and then slipped my finger down the length of his hairless crack. I sniffed my finger aftwerward, and I loved the sweaty, manly smell of his ass. The boy in the stall next to us, came out of his stall, and moved over to ours. He was peeking through the slender opening in the door, watching us. I felt a little uncomfortable, but too horny and too in the moment to stop.

Gary lowered his pants and turned his back to me. He mashed his pretty, round, tight naked ass against the crotch of my jeans, moving his hips around in slow motion. "Pretend like you're fuckin me," he said. I could feel the guy outside of the stall watching us. By this time, I didn't care. He could watch us all he wanted to. My dick was super hard. I grabbed Gary by his hips and pulled him even closer to my crotch. I didn't take off my pants, I just grinded my hips on his naked ass, matching the slow circles he made with his hips.

"Squeeze my nuts," he whispered. I reached under his hot ass and grabbed his ballsack and squeezed them in my palm. Gary made tiny little groans. Outside the stall, I heard the guy groaning, and saw that he was jerking off. I reached further past Gary's balls and felt the 9 1/2 inch dick that was fully hard.

"Damn," I whispered as I jerked him off slowly, while still grinding my hips into his perfect ass.

"Take your dick out and slap it against my ass," Gary said, groaning.

I unbuckled my belt, and my dick just sprang out. I pressed it against his ass, running it down the crack. And then I pulled my dick back, so that it stood straight up, and released it. It hit Gary's ass with a solid, wet thud. I saw some of my precum on the top of his ass. "Keep doin that," Gary said. The guy outside was jerking off hard, and I could hear him groaning loudly. I spanked Gary with my dick, and I smacked my hand against his ass, and the sound echoed. Gary turned around and I saw his dick for the first time. It looked like a fucking telephone pole. I was about to go to my knees and suck it, butt then Gary said, "Let's go."

"Huh?" I asked.

Gary grabbed his things and opened the stall door. The guy, a tall, moderately good-looking dark-haired young man, stood with his hand on his nice-sized dick. I saw the head of his dick throbbing savagely. He seemed kind of confused as Gary and I walked out of the bathroom.

He said to me, "Aren't you dudes gonna finish?" I didn't say anything, I just left.

"We'll have to do this some other time," Gary said, once we were outside. "I have somewhere I gotta be right now."

"When are you free?" I asked.

"Give me your number and I'll call you later," he said.

I didn't feel too confident with giving my number away. "Are you gonna actually call me? I don't like giving out my number for nothing."

Gary smiled. His smile made me sizzle inside. "Yeah, I'm gonna call you."

I gave it to him. Gary winked and rode off on his skateboard saying, "See you later, Josh." I watched him until he merged in completely with the large group of students.

Like a dumb ass I waited all day and night for Gary to call. And as I predicted he didn't. I was alone in my dorm room, about to jack off, when my roommate, Timothy walked in. He saw me stretched out on the bed with my zipper open and said, "What's up, Josh?"

Timothy was hot, not as hot as Gary, but hot. He was tall, almost touching the ceiling, and his best features were his hairless legs; he had perfect calves, thighs, and a really round ass. I had never seen his naked butt before, but I always marveled at its shape in the running shorts he always wore. In fact, he had just come home from his night run. Sweat was pouring down his face and his chest. He removed his t-shirt and threw it on the ground. Timothy had nice pecs and nice nipples. He also had good abs too. I felt my dick thicken a little as I examined Timothy's body.

"Were you jacking off or something?" he asked, semi-joking.

"Was about to." I said it a little too loudly. I didn't expect for him to actually hear me, but he did. Timothy's eyes scanned my crotch. And then he looked away.

"I'm about to go take a long ass shower," Timothy told me. He gave me this look as though he expected me to ask him if I could join him or something. "I'm hella sweaty," he said. My dick got a little harder in my jeans and I know that Timothy noticed, but neither one of us really commented on it. Timothy grabbed his towel and left our room for the showers.

Right after he left, I took my dick out and begin to play with in my hand. The head was already seeping out precum, and I used it as lube to jack off. My dick looked bigger than usual, thicker. I pulled my pants all the way down. I thought about what I had done with Gary earlier that day and that made me harder. I rubbed my inner thighs, and squeezed my tight ass.

I rubbed some of the precum off my dick onto my fingers, and inserted one of them into my asshole, pretending it was Gary's dick--only Gary's dick was twice as long as my finger and almost two and a half times thicker. I wondered how it would feel like to have his giant dick in my ass, fucking me until I couldn't breathe, fucking me hard, so hard that I would be sore for days. I wanted to kiss him again, to feel his tongue on me, to put his tongue in my ass and into the hole. I wondered if he was fucking his 'girlfriend' as I fantasized about fucking him.

I fingered myself so hard that my cum burst out of my dick like a fucking geyser. I just lied there, with cum on my legs, when Timothy walked in, only wearing a white towel. He saw my still rock hard dick and the cum on my legs and said. "Shit, Josh. That's a lot of fuckin cum."

Suddenly I had all this confidence from nowhere, and I said, "Come lick it off, before it gets dry." Timothy stared at my dick and took a step toward me, when my cell phone rang. Timothy was massaging his own dick now through his child as he watched mine. I reached for my phone and answered it. Timothy walked over to me and got down on his knees beside my bed. "Hello?" I asked. And Timothy put his hot mouth on my dick. I accidentally groaned loudly into the phone.

"Josh. This is Gary."

Timothy slid his tongue up the underside of my shaft. And then he made slow circles around the head. I couldn't stop squirming. I wanted to tell him to stop, but at the same time, I didn't. "...Hey, Gary."

"What are doin?"

"Nutting...I mean nothing." Timothy swallowed my dick whole, sucked me off for a couple of seconds, and then started to lick the cum off my thighs and stomach.

"You sound like you're fuckin or something," Gary said.

I squeezed my eyes tight. With my hand, I pushed Timothy's head back on my dick and kept it there. "I kinda am."

Gary surprised me by hanging up on me. Timothy sucked my dick really fast, and my dick was covered with his thick, wet, hot spit. He stood and took his towel. His dick stuck out straight toward me and it was beautiful. "Turn around," I said. Timothy turned around slowly. He really had a good, round, sexy ass. Gary's was better though.

"Spread your ass open," I told him. Timothy bent over slightly and spread his tight ass open. I sat up and stuck my nose inside and inhaled.

It smelled clean and sour at once. Timothy groaned as I made soft circles with my tongue on his asshole. The more I ate him out, the more I thought about eating Gary's ass. I told Timothy to lay face down on my bed. He did. I slapped his bubble ass and he quivered. I opened his ass and continued to eat him out. The more I licked, the sweeter his ass became.

My dick was aching to drive into his hole. I climbed on his back, and positioned myself so that my dick was right against Timothy's buttcrack Timothy clenched his ass when he felt my dick slide between his cheeks.

"Relax," I whispered in his ear. Timothy followed my instructions. His ass was wet enough, and my dick was wet enough for me to stick myself in him with no problem. But I teased him by licking his back, kissing the back of his neck, and nibbling on his ears.

When I felt ready, I jammed my dick into his ass with no warning. Timothy howled in pain and pleasure. I kept my dick in his hot hole, giving him time to adjust. My naked body was slick with sweat, and my sweat dropped on Timothy's back like rain drops. I pulled my dick out of Timothy, and he exhaled loudly. I gave him a second or two, allowing him to catch his breath, and then I slammed my dick back into his core. He screamed even louder this time. I proceeded to fuck him hard, hard as I could. I loved the way his ass hugged my dick as I slid in and out of him. I could've continued for another hour, but Timothy stopped me as he shot his cum all over my blankets. He was whimpering and gasping for breath.

I pulled my dick out of him, wiping the precum on his lower back. My dick was still hard and I hadn't came all day.

My cell phone rang at three o'clock in the morning. I had been sleeping, but woke up immediately. I grabbed the phone and answered it. My voice sounded like shit. "Who is this?"

"It's Gary."

Suddenly all of the sleepiness went out of my voice. I sat up in bed. I could hear Timothy's soft snoring in the bed across from mine. I whispered when I talked. "Gary, it's three o'clock in the morning. What do you want?"

"I want you," Gary said. "I want to fuck you, Josh. I've been thinkin about you all night."

My dick, which had really never went soft after I fucked Timothy, sprang to life. "I've been thinking about you too."

"Yeah, right," Gary said. "Bet you was thinking about me when you was gettin your dick sucked."

"I was thinking about you," I said.

"Will you come see me?" Gary asked.

"Where?"

"There's a garden right next to the building where our Anthropology class is there. Meet me there in fifteen minutes," Gary

said.

"Will it be worth it?" I asked.

"You'll have to see," Gary said, and hung up.

At three thirty in the morning, I was sitting on a bench in the dark, in the little garden, looking around for Gary to show up.

There wasn't that much light except for one streetlamp that I sat under. I was about to leave, when I heard Gary say,

"How long have you been waitin for me?" he asked.

"Too long," I said. Even though I had only been out there like ten minutes. Gary sat next to me. I could feel the warmth

from his body. He rubbed my knee.

"What do you wanna do, Josh?" Gary asked.

"You know what I wanna do, Gary."

Gary smiled and took me by the hand. He led me into an open spot of grass, surrounded by bushes of roses. It almost felt romantic--and was a better setting then the bathroom earlier. The only problem was-- "It's cold," I said.

Gary kissed me, long and hard. "Then I'll have to keep you warm."

He removed my jacket slowly and massaged my chest through my shirt. "I wanna taste you all over," he whispered. His breath was hot against my face. Gary tilted my head upward and kissed my throat. He licked down my neck. Gary pulled my shirt off, and stood half-naked in front of him, shivering. To make me warm, Gary covered my naked skin with kisses and licks. He got down on his knees, in the grass, and started to unbuckle my pants. I looked around to see if there would someone else watching us. I saw nobody.

Gary reached inside my pants and took out my dick. It had been semi-hard, before he took it out, but after he started to rub it in his hands, my dick became like a metal pole. Gary put my dick against his cheek, rubbed it around his face, against his goatee. He looked up at me, and again his blue eyes sparkled in the darkness. Gary let my dick sticking out, and started to unlace my shoes. He took them off as well as my socks and put them aside. Slowly, he pulled down my pants, down over my feet, and I was standing ass naked in front of him. For a few minutes, Gary just looked up and down my body.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"You're a fuckin god," Gary said. He took my dick in his hand, and gave the head the gentlest kiss. He massaged my nutsack, and I closed my eyes. My body heated up quickly. Gary took the head into his mouth slowly, kept it there, rubbed his tongue against his, rubbed it underneath his touth, ran it over his palatte. And then he shoved the whole thing down his throat. I screamed out loud, and my breath made ice crystals in the cold air. Gary squeezed my ass tight. He licked one his fingers, found my whole, and started to finger fuck me as he sucked me off. His mouth felt so much more better than Timothy's--better than anyone I had ever known.

"Gary, I can't take it."

"You better not cum yet, Josh," Gary said.

He stood and began to unbutton his shirt. Gary removed it, tossing it in the grass somewhere. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. Gary was about to take off his sneakers, but I told him to keep them on. He did. Gary stood before me butt naked as well, only wearing shoes. If Gary thought I was a fuckin god, then he must have been the fuckin god of a god. His body should've been sculpted out of stone and put in a museum of the most beautiful things in the world, like The David by Michelangelo. But Gary was real, not a staute, and his body was warm, not cold, but just as hard as stone. His jumbo dick poked against my stomach. I quickly went to my knees and jammed it in my mouth.

I could already taste his salty precum. I massaged his hard ass, licked his balls, licked his sweaty pubic bush, licked his navel, I licked everything that could be licked. Gary responded with many satisfied groans. His dick popped out of my mouth as Gary sank to his knees and kissed me. Our two bodies became like one flame, and we fed each other warmth and passion. Gary told me to lay on my stomach, with my ass in the air, like I had told Timothy earlier.

"I'm gonna fuck this ass up," Gary told me. My hard dick was poking into the dirt. I closed my eyes and waited for Gary to invade me with his wooden staff of a dick. He opened my ass so that he could enter. I held my breath and waited.

Gary's hot breath spilled on my neck. The ground felt wet beneath me. My dick was pulsating.

Gary shoved his big dick inside me. My ass clenched and I kept his dick locked in place inside me. Gary moaned so loud that I thought it could be heard all over campus. I opened my ass and his dick came out. My butthole burned in a good way. I took a few seconds to breathe, and then Gary started again. He went in slower this time, taking his time until he filled me up completely. I squeezed a handful of grass and tore it out of the ground by the roots, because Gary's dick in my ass felt so good. I placed my head on the ground, listening to the sound of my heart beating rapidly, as Gary plunged in and out of me.

Each time he entered me, I screamed, every time he pulled out, I burned and waited for him to extinguish my inner fires. "I can't believe this shit is so good," Gary said. I wanted to say the same thing, but I howled instead. Gary placed his hand on my lower back and gave me three good, deep thrusts and kept his dick there, all nine and a half inches of it. I never had such a big dick inside me.

I never had such a wonderful inside me before. layed flat on my back and gave me one more thrust, as hard as he could, I could smell his rank body and it made me wanna cum right then, but Gary beat me to it. He squirted his load of cum into my guts. I felt it enter me and I came on the grass. After we finished, Gary continued to lay on me, His sweat dripping on my body, and my sweat dripping on the grass. Gary licked the side of my face and whispered into my ear, "Now that was Salty Goodness."