“Come on, let’s go watch.” Cameron was using his whiney pleading voice that I disliked so much, but which he knew would get me to go along, if for no other reason than to shut him up!
“Ah, Cameron. You know how I feel about athletic events. They’re boring!”
“But this is swimming, Thad.” I looked at him blankly, not getting his point. “Swimming, you know, lots of guys in skimpy Speedos prancing around. Cruise city.”
My face lit up, finally getting his point. “Oh yeah. That’s right! So, what are we waiting for?”
* * *
Cameron and I were former lovers who, after a few months into our sophomore year, realized that we couldn’t live together without killing one another. We had remained fast friends, however, and still hung out together. I had met him at our first-year student orientation, and it was love at first sight. It took a few weeks of familiarity before we both got to the point where we could officially recognize with each other that we were gay and that we wanted each other.
The last semester of our freshman year and first semester of our sophomore year we roomed together, both lovers and friends. But eventually the newness of the relationship wore off, and we began to realize we needed to find other partners. So here it was, a typical Friday night at the University of Washington, and Cameron had stopped by my room to convince me we had to attend the swim meet.
When we arrived at the pool, I knew instantly that this was a good decision. We took seats right down by the end of the pool and soon were drooling at all the good-looking young men with large baskets and tight swim trunks who paraded in front of us.
“Jesus, Cameron, I can’t believe we didn’t think of this before.”
“Yeah,” he said dreamily, obviously enamored of someone out there. “So many guys and so little time! You see that guy over there?” He pointed to a very muscular Hispanic boy with fine facial features.
“You always did like them burly and dark,” I teased, poking him with my elbow.
“Yeah, and you’re into fair-haired Scandinavians. Guess we do have opposite tastes.”
Some more time passed silently as we both lusted after the great feast before our eyes. Then I spotted him. He was about six feet tall with a slender swimmer’s build, light blonde hair, and a pair of Speedos which were obviously hard pressed to contain his manly attributes.
“In position three swimming for the Huskies, Fielding Harris.” The announcer’s voice penetrated my subconscious mind. Fielding Harris. An interesting name. I really needed to get to know him, somehow. I decided I’d to go down to the pool and introduce myself.
Fielding placed third in his event, and as he emerged from the pool, he was obviously disappointed. “You did a pretty good job,” I smiled at him.
He looked at me, the discouragement clearly showing on his face. “Thanks,” he replied, “but I should have won that one. I always have a better time in practice; something keeps slowing me down.” He pulled his towel up around him and began drying himself off. “Do I know you?”
“Thaddeus Johnson,” I said, extending my hand. He shook it confidently. “But people call me Thad.” I watched him looking at me; his eyes moved quickly up and down my frame, sizing me up.
“Fielding Harris. Nice to meet you, Thad.”
“I didn’t mean to insult you by telling you that you did a respectable job. I don’t know anything at all about swimming, so it seemed like third place was rather good,” I said shyly. I could feel the electricity between us.
“That’s okay, Thad. Sorry I’m not more upbeat, but I know I can do better.”
I smiled. “I know you can, too.”
He looked at me, his deep blue eyes seeming to be examining me, wondering what was going on here. Finally, he said, “Would you like to go over to the HUB for a latte?”
I grinned. “Sure.”
He grinned back. “Great! I’ll meet you there in a few minutes. I must shower and change, then I’ll be right over.” I must have looked a little disappointed because he immediately followed up with “Or, if you want, come with me and we can talk while I’m getting dressed.”
YES! I thought. He knows; he read me well. I followed him into the locker room, and he began telling me a little about himself. The next fifteen minutes were sheer joy—not only was I able to see Fielding naked, but the locker room was full of swimmers in various stages of dress. I felt like a kid in a candy shop.
* * *
The swim meet had begun at 3:00 in the afternoon. When the HUB closed at midnight, we were still there, still talking. Eight hours had passed by, like eight minutes, and as we held hands and gazed into each other’s eye we both knew we were in lust, if not love. To this day I can’t recall exactly what either of us said that expressed we were both gay. As the conversation developed it seemed like we both just knew, and one topic led to another—first about our growing up, then about our first crushes, then about our sexual desires. It all seems to flow out.
“The Snack Bar closes in three minutes,” droned the uninterested female voice over the speaker. “Looks like they’re kicking us out,” Fielding sighed, disappointment in his beautiful blue eyes.
“Yeah, guess so.” We stared at each other, lost in our thoughts, hands joined. Finally, I broke the silence. “Want to go over by the Ship Canal and watch the moon rise?”
“And the boats go by? Sure, sounds good, Thad.”
We ducked through the door to the dining area just as the bored announcer-girl locked it. “‘'Nite,” she intoned. As we walked hand-in-hand toward the building entrance we heard her mutter “God, why are all the cute guys gay?” and looked at each other before simultaneously bursting out laughing.
There’s this little secluded park overlooking the canal which is perfect for making out. We settled down on the grass, leaning against each other’s shoulder, arms around each other and watched the boats glide by. It was a warm spring night, and the moon was just beginning to rise over Capitol Hill. After a few minutes, Fielding pulled away, stood up, and walked ahead a few steps. “What’s the matter?” I asked. His shoulders began heaving and I heard him sniffling, he was crying! “God, Fielding,” I said as I jumped up and walked to him, putting my arms around him. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
He looked up at me, tears streaming down his cheeks, and smiled. “Nothing’s ‘wrong,’ Thad. It’s what’s ‘right.’”
I looked back at him, puzzled. “I, ah, don’t understand.”
He turned to face me, taking both hands in his. “I’ve fallen in love with you,” he whispered, “and I’m so happy I can’t help myself.”
“Oh, Fielding,” I sighed, reaching up to take his face in my hands. I leaned forward and kissed him, then licked the tears from his cheeks. They were salty and so very warm. “I love you, too.”
We sat down and he put his head on my lap, looking up at me as I began stroking his short, blond hair. “It’s funny how things work out,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“Like this morning, I was jacking off in the shower in my dorm, wondering if I’d ever meet anyone, wondering if I’d ever fall in love. Then out of the blue you walk up to me after my meet today and introduce yourself. And now, here we are, head over heels in love. It happened so fast but feels so right.”
I chuckled and squeezed my buttocks a few times, forcing my now-erect cock to poke up and into the back of his head. He raised up a bit and looked down into my crotch where my obvious erection was protruding. I reached down between his legs and gently squeezed his manhood, which responded to my touch by slowly hardening. “I want to make love to you, Fielding,” I whispered.
He looked up and me and smiled. “I have a private room in my dorm. Shall we go there?”
I nodded.
* * *
The walk to Fielding’s dorm was done in silence, neither of us needing to say anything. As I closed the door behind us, I grabbed him and pulled him into my arms. “I want you so bad,” I sighed, burying my face in his neck.
He said nothing but took my hand and pulled me into his room. I pushed him back onto his bed and fell on top of him. Our lips met then parted, allowing our tongues to explore each other. He tasted so good, clean, and so hot. Our hands were going wild, exploring each other, loosening buttons and buckles and snaps and zippers.
Now both partially unclad, we stood and paused to complete the task of exposing ourselves to each other. I had already taken in Fielding’s physical beauty in the locker room that afternoon, so when he kicked off his shoes and tugged down his briefs, I wasn’t surprised by his endowment. His flaccid cock was long and dangling in front of two large testicles, all surrounded by a bush so light colored that it was hardly noticeable. As his erection unfolded it rose up and out, extended at least eight inches from his belly. God, I thought, how can those Speedos even begin to hold in such magnificence!
As I pulled down my jeans the look on Fielding’s face reminded me that he had not seen me naked. His massive erection triggered mine, and head and shaft of my seven-incher protruded out of the fly of my boxers. I quickly pulled them down to reveal myself to him, and he gasped in both excitement and amazement. I was as tall as Fielding, but not as thin. Although I was HWP, I was not in the best shape, and my body was stockier than his. Whereas his chest was hairless, mine was covered with light brown fuzz, only slightly lighter than my chestnut-colored hair. My crotch was quite hairy, and my balls hung in a long and loose sack which freely swung beneath my solid rod.
“God, you’re hung like a horse!” Fielding exclaimed.
“Oh, and you’re not?” I replied.
The next several minutes were spent exploring each other’s bodies, eyes and hands gliding up and down our torsos. We stared into each other’s eyes, our mouths barely two inches from each other. I could smell his hot, sweet, latte-laden breath. As if on cue, our eyes closed and our lips met, parting as we buried our tongues in each other’s mouths. I reached down to his tight, white buns and pulled his crotch into mine. Our erections met, sliding up each other’s belly.
Our embrace got out of control--hands raced up and down, tongues wrestled, hearts raced, lung gasped for air. Quite suddenly we lost our balance and, like one person, fell onto Fielding’s bed. I found myself on top of him, my rigid rod poked between his legs, his manhood pressed against my hairy belly.
I pulled my head up. As our lips parted, I shoved my tongue against his chin. The slight stubble tickled a bit as I began to lick my way south. Down the delicious curves of his neck onto his hairless chest. Around his large, brown nipples which grew erect under my persistent nibbling. Between his breasts and down to his smooth, white belly. Into his belly button, then following the trail of light, blond hair down to his crotch. My chin bumped into his ample rod, and I maneuvered my cheek around it and down between his legs.
I gently sucked each of his balls, pulling them into my mouth and rolling them around with my tongue. “God, that feels so great,” Fielding sighed as my tongue moved beneath his scrotum then up to the base of his cock. “Suck me, Thad. Suck me now!” he called out, desperate for the pleasure he anticipated. But I was not about to be rushed.
Fielding lifted his smooth, hairless legs and placed them on my shoulders. I began to lick around the base of his penis, slowly moving up. I felt the salty warmth of his pre-cum dribbling down his shaft and eagerly slurped it up. Finally reaching the glistening tip, I looked up at him. “Ready for paradise, my love?” I asked, grinning as I anticipated him filling my warm, wet mouth. He grinned back. “If you don’t do it quickly, I’m going to cum all over your face, man.”
That was invitation enough. With a wink, I went down on him. His shaft pushed its way to the back of my throat, and I enlarged it to accommodate him. As my tongue slid down his shaft, I felt him suddenly squeeze my neck with his glorious legs and arch his back. His sperm began to gush down my throat, and his cock grew even thicker and harder as it erupted inside of me. I felt his jizz fill my mouth, then begin to dribble from my lips and down his balls. I quickly moved my hand beneath them to catch it, then moved it to my own throbbing rod to jack off with it.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, I felt his rod begin to soften. With room now, I swallowed his delicious load. His young dick flopped onto his belly, still half-swollen and glistening with a mixture of his sweat and sperm. “God, Fielding. I’ve got to get inside you now!” I moaned. “Yes, fuck me, Thad,” his whispered, spreading his legs.
I dropped my face, parting his cheeks with my fingers and probing his sweet hole with my tongue. He opened to receive it, and soon I was lubricating him with my saliva. I had to stop stroking myself to keep from cumming. When I looked down my own penis was still glistening with the moisture of Fielding’s sperm. I spit into my palm, rubbing it on my shaft, then lifted his legs up onto my shoulders. As I raised them, Fielding’s ass lifted from the bed. I positioned my rod against his beautiful asshole and slowly pushed. He relaxed, and I slid inside of him.
The warmth of his warm, wet hole was incredible. As I began to slide in and out of him, he squeezed down on my throbbing rod. “Yeah, Thad. Fuck me good. That feels so good!” I noticed his flaccid tool was again erect, and I let some saliva dribble from my mouth onto his growing shaft. He began to jack off in rhythm to my thrusting.
Grabbing his ankles, I elevated his legs, spreading them far apart. As I looked down, I could see my dick plunging deep inside of him and felt my balls slapping against his cheeks. The tempo of my thrusts increased, and I began gasping for air. We grunted together, sweat pouring from our hot bodies, my heated thrusts slapping against him. “God, Thad, I’m going to cum again!” he cried out.
“Unh, unh, unh, Fiiieeellldddiiinnnggg!” I screamed as my balls emptied their load, which raced out of my shaft and into his gut. I pulled his legs against the sides of my face and arched my back. Impaled on my erupting rod, Fielding tossed his arms outward. His dick erupted in a second white cascade, threads of sperm spraying into the air and falling back onto his belly. I continued to pump my load into him, orgasm racking my body. We were both frozen while our ass muscles forced our life fluids out. His contractions clasped my dick, riveting it inside of him while my own contractions forced it deep inside of him.
Finally, the last drops of cum drizzled from his rod, which quickly softened again, falling into the pools of cum which had gathered on his stomach. I fell on top of him, my head between his breasts. I felt my prick slip out of his ass and dribble its last drops onto the bedspread beneath us. Fielding grabbed my head with his hands, running his fingers through my hair. I pushed myself up to meet him and we kissed deeply, both completely spent by our powerful orgasms.
* * *
We fell asleep in each other’s arms, not waking until morning. Both of us were hard, and I enjoyed watching Fielding suck my cock. We fed each other a breakfast of cum, then showered and dressed. Watching him tuck himself into his briefs was the saddest moment of my life, but as he pulled on his jeans, I knew that I would see him once again naked in my arms.
I attended all of Fielding’s swim meets from that day on. Even though I was constantly surrounded by the scantily clad torsos of countless young men, Fielding was the only one I noticed. And each afternoon and evening as we made love, I thanked Cameron for suggesting that we go to that first swim meet!
