The College Friend Who Got Fucked Hard Af
I remember it like it was yesterday. His face, his body, the scent that lingered in the air as I walked in his door. His college roommate had gone out of town for the weekend and here I was, alone with him. I had known him for almost two years, but this was the first time I had been alone with him and I could feel the sexual energy thicken between us.
He must have felt it too, because he made the first move instantly, pulling me in for a passionate kiss. His lips were soft and temptingly sweet and my body felt an intense urge to reciprocate. His hands were everywhere, exploring my body, as it seemed like we were two magnets pulled together.
We were both naked in an instant and he pushed me down onto his bed, the heat continuing to radiate between us, as he knelt between my legs and his heavy breathing intensified. His touch was forceful but tantalizing, as he thrust himself into me, sending pleasure and pain in one euphoric wave of sensation, and I let out a soft moan.
For the next hour – I was lost in this perfect moment of pleasure with this college friend who ‘got fucked hard af’.
Table of Contents
- 1. Late Night Study Session with a Raunchy Twist
- 2. His Dick Was Like a Hammer to My Anvil
- 3. Giving into Tantalizing Temptation
- 4. Learning that You Don’t Have to Be “Top” for Everything
- The Way Forward
1. Late Night Study Session with a Raunchy Twist
The Lust-Filled Moment
My friend and I had been studying for hours at the back table of the library, desperately slogging through our course work in an attempt to make our dreams come true. But all the while, our tensions had been growing, not academic but physical, as if something more intense and powerful and carnal were boiling beneath the surface. We hadn’t said a single word about it, but I could sense it in the air around us, and it was like a raging electric fire that threatened to consume us both, if we didn’t take action.
I finally decided to make the move. He didn’t even have time to react as I reached over the table, grabbing him and pressing my lips hungrily against his. Our tongues explored each other feverishly, tasting the saltiness of the night’s stay in the library. His body clenched beneath my touch, as he surrendered to me and let me take control. And take control I did as I pulled him to his feet and into my arms, my hands feeling his tight muscles that quivered at my touch.
I felt the urgency and hunger and we could no longer resist it. I carried him out of the library and back to my dorm room, where I wasted no time undressing and savoring his body with my eyes, before pushing him into my bed. With one swift motion, his legs came up around my body and I thrust deep inside him, our skins fused together in sweat and heat and pleasure, our sounds of pleasure rising up like a roar from the depths of passions unleashed.
Finally I drove him deeper into the mattress, gripping him powerfully with my hands as he winced and gasped in pleasure. I could feel his tight muscles and his soft groans as he pulsed and quivered, trembling as we both reached the heights of pleasure together. Then, with one last deep thrust, I could feel his body draining me with his own climax, and we finally collapsed onto my bed, spent from our passionate late night study session.
2. His Dick Was Like a Hammer to My Anvil
1. My Embrace of His Hard Body
I opened the door to welcome him in the room and he moved right to me. My eyes instantly locked onto his and we knew what we wanted. We both craved it. We came together, our bodies embracing in a passionate clash of newly explored intimacy between two lifelong friends. I felt his hardness through my clothes, causing a heat to snake through my veins and tighten my skin with thrill. I wanted more of his force and vigor, before he closed the door with a gentle yet firm thrust.
2. The Inevitable Piercing of His Hammer
The furniture disappeared into the shadows and we were nothing but blind lovers of carnal delight and wanton desire. I set my jaw and felt his craving for me course through my veins. His hands roamed my body, setting mad rushes of pleasure to every corner of me. His mouth met mine and his tongue invaded me. His force was too much to resist, and I felt the tip of his Dick touch my Anvil. I shuddered and felt his Hammer pierce my soul, knocking me off my feet and into a quivering state of absolute pleasure.
3. Giving into Tantalizing Temptation
The second time I saw John, it was like fate had brought us together. He was even more attractive than I remembered. His perfectly toned body flashed before my eyes, arousing me instantly.
We couldn’t help it, we were told not to break the house rules and yet, nobody was around. I felt John’s hands massage my body and reach my buttocks. Our kiss magnetically drew us closer. His touch felt electric as it moved deeper and deeper on my body, while his masculine scent filled my nostrils.
My strength was influenced by the surges of pleasure coming from his touch as he dug deeper and deeper. Trying to slow him down, I slightly pulled back, but John was relentless. He pushed his way and entered me so fast that my body released a string of highly erotic moans.
For a short while he kept fucking me hard and fast and all I could do was to savor every single thrust until I had reached my climax. He then slowed down and proceeded to take his time to make sure I would experience multiple climaxes that night.
When it was all over, I felt like a different man – the man I had always wanted to become. A man who wasn’t afraid to take what he wanted, no matter what the consequences.
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4. Learning that You Don’t Have to Be “Top” for Everything
He was in town for the weekend from out of state, and we could barely contain our excitement at the prospect of being able to finally spend time together. We had been good friends in college, and had since kept in touch. The passion between us had always been palpable, but not acted on, and now the opportunity had presented itself.
Driving around town, our conversations intensified to an entirely new level. There was no holding back; I’d never felt like I had to censor my communication with him before, and it felt both empowering and sexy. We agreed to a private spot, and got out and just stood there staring at each other for what seemed like forever.
His voice became low and husky. He said, ”You can be the top, or I can. Do you want me to take care of you?” And I did; I felt that I wanted to surrender that particular moment to him. I’m usually a top, but learning that I didn’t have to be “top” for everything was surprising and stimulating. Taking his invitation, I allowed my body to relax as he took control, and together we explored a world that I’d been eagerly anticipating for years.
He pushed me onto the bed and wasted no time getting to the point. His movements were strong and assured, his cock working me in ways that sent pleasure rippling through every nerve. He delivered pleasure with every thrust, and I began to experience heights of enjoyment that I’ve rarely encountered since. Now I understand that regardless of my dominant role, allowing someone to make love to me can be just as ecstatic, and that I really don’t need to be “top” for everything.
The Way Forward
The morning after I had been thoroughly and deliciously ravished by my college friend, I awoke with a sense of sublime contentment. His gentle caresses filled my body with a sense of pleasure, each reverberation lasting longer than the last. He had fulfilled my wildest desires, delivered unto me a night of electrifying pleasure and allowed me to surrender myself to merry congress of wanton abandon.
As I lay there in my bed, recalling the feel of his inhabiting touch, I was sure of one thing: that no matter how far away from college, and each other, we traveled, I would always carry with me the memory of my college friend and the night we shared.
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