Our Junior Year

Have no fear this story stands on its own and you don’t have to be familiar with the Tommy and Devin stories, although the characters will weave in and out of both stories, I’ll try to summarize as we go along, with references for newcomers who don’t wish to backtrack.

 It’s been a while since my story “Our Sophomore Year”, while this story continues after Josh and Dave’s sophomore year it also intertwines with my “Tommy and Devin” story and takes place simultaneously, this story begins with Josh and Dave returning home after their first summer helping out their friend, Tommy on his prematurely inherited farm after his parents tragic death. Josh and Dave missed their whole summer in New York and are now back getting ready to attend their 3rd year of college.

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a brief review: We will pick up with me (Dave) and Josh after their return to their apartment after a summer of hard work on Tommy’s Midwest farm, I was used to hard work as I grew up in the Midwest, my dad owns a feed, seed and farm supply hardware store. I worked for everything I got every summer, and Josh’s family was always well off and although he’s had odd jobs he’s always been, well let’s say the silver spoon guy. We met each other in our Freshman year and he brought me out of the closet, he has always been out, and his family accepted it. We began dating and were on top of the world until we had a bad accident and now we are  both financially well off as part of a law suit, but Josh’s dad insists Josh finishes school and gets a real job. It felt great for both of us to put in a hard summer of work, and to top it off we did it out of love for a friend and not a dime of money. It did us both good and although there was plenty of fun involved, it made us grow and mature out of our adolescent fun and games, clubbing, hiking and pool parties at Josh’s parents house.

 We begin our “Junior Year” story as told from Dave’s point of view

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Well it feels great to be home in our little apartment after spending most of the summer back at my Midwest hometown on Tommy’s farm, our 2 or 3 week stint to help out our friend turned into a full fledged summer job. We both came back physically fit and a bit tired at that, it’s been a while since I did (well either of us) did physical labor like that before. My smooth and always tanned Josh’s chiseled features were more defined and it made me lust for him all the more. I wasn’t in too bad a shape myself, as living the so called easier life with Josh has kind of made me a bit flabby, but that’s all gone now and I’m determined to keep it that way.

Josh’s parents met us at the airport and insisted we spend the rest of the evening and dinner at their house. I loved Josh’s parents and they were so accepting of us as a couple. When they finally took us back to our apartment, helped us up the stairs with our luggage, Josh’s mom was quick to point out she restocked our fridge and cabinets with everything we needed. We spent another 2 hours hanging out before they left, boy we were beat, and we both climbed into bed and fell right asleep.

After our first night back, I awoke early lying next to my favorite person in our own bed, I missed this comfy soft pillow top bed after 2 1/2 months of sleeping in Tommy’s parents old master bedroom on a worn out spring mattress. Yet I’m awake this early, it’s a warm end of summer morning, I’m wide awake, I head to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. I return to our bedroom to find Josh still sleeping out cold.  I’m now sitting naked in an overstuffed chair in the corner of our room, sipping my coffee as the sun beams shine in through the window on Josh. He’s lying naked on the bed with his back toward me, the blankets are on the floor at the foot of the bed, there’s a slight ticking noise coming from the ceiling fan as the pull chain wriggles about in its slightly off balance rotation. I sit with one leg over the arm of the chair, still naked, coffee in my hand resting on the other arm, my head resting back into the winged back, as I watched my naked man lie there still in deep sleep, his back is towards me.

My eyes start at his head, his dirty blonde “sleep hair” tosseled about as he lay on his pillow. I stare at his thick neck, strong and muscular and noticed a slight V valley down the center leading to a bump where his shoulders start. Over the bump a valley begins running down his symmetrically proportioned tanned back, beginning at the top where two shoulder mounds protrude up from the valley type crevasse, showing off muscled winged shoulder blades. My eyes slide back to the backbone trench following downward as the soft but slightly bumpy valley takes a slight S curve as my eyes approach his waist. Visible are some of the remnants of the scars left from our serious accident as a reminder of that awful day and our recovery, culminating with slight but cute back dimples at a narrowed waist, just before those smooth buns as if mountains protruding outward, cute, smooth, round but firm, untanned, very white mounds. His backbone valley continued into the darkening trench, on either side of it, lie those globular mounds. I follow the trench from top to bottom where his thighs are slightly split apart and his nut sack is slightly visible. My eyes continue to follow down those thick muscular thighs that should be tanned, but a summer of farm work in jeans must have prevented that. I continue to the inner knee folds down to his protruding lower leg bulges then down to his somewhat thin ankles, that I never seemed to notice before, down to rather Shapley feet, heals to toes with somewhat wrinkly arches. I continue to stare at this finely chiseled image lying naked in our bed.

After a few more moments and a sip or two more of my coffee, he begins to move, still asleep he turns over toward me. He makes wrinkled faces as he runs a hand across his nose and he stuffs the other under the repositioned pillow under his head, then reaches out as if feeling for me, but I’m not there, he draws his hand back toward his torso. Now naked and facing me, my eyes begin all over again, I start back at his head, the tosseled dirty blonde hair down in his face over his forehead, eyes still closed, his lips gently parted, I see a hint of those pearly whites, as a slight whistle sound of air passes through them. His cheek dimples are evident, his chin protruding outward, I notice he needs a shave. Oh that face, that beautiful face, it’s perfect in every way, and it’s mine, he’s all mine. My eyes follow down his neck as it flows over his small bulge of his Adam’s apple, down to his spreading shoulders, I find it a bit weird that there’s another valley to follow separating two firm pecks each a topped by a soft pink nipple protruding upward off his chest. I continue following that valley through a small grove of abs visible even at rest, I can see 6 maybe 8 before a cute hairless navel slightly closed over on itself, as if also sleeping. Below the navel my eyes are in an amazing abdominal “V”, leading to a soft, but at rest, hairless, dangling dick, shaft and balls, gravity pulling them towards the mattress with his mushroom head slightly resting on the sheet. No morning wood here I thought, he’s still out cold. His legs now scissored apart further, his dick protruding outward as he shifts slightly more toward his back. That gorgeous dick, as it just kind of flopped over, it too was overly tired it seemed. It’s been in my mouth, I can imagine it being there now as I finish my coffee and put the cup down on the table alongside the chair, it’s been in my ass too I thought, I’ve seen it hard but rarely have I studied it as soft and relaxed as it is today, wrinkly, chubby, but luscious and soft.

I stood and approached my statuesque god, my cock now rock hard, yet as I stand there still studying every bump, scar and inch of my proportioned man. I lay down next to him as an unconscious smile adorns his face which accentuates his dimples as his hand instinctively wraps around my chest pulling me in. His abdomen and more importantly his now hardening morning wood begins, and pokes my right butt cheek. I can tell he’s awakening slowly now, as I soon detect a slight gyration rubbing against my ass. Suddenly his hand slides down from my chest to my ever now so hard member, as he strokes it ever so softly and he shoves his nose into the back of my neck, saying in a whisper “good morning it’s great to be home”, his warm breath on my neck as he kisses it softly, saying he smells coffee, asking me where his is, as I giggle in the killing of the moment. I slowly flip over towards him, now face to face, I smell his morning breath, but I don’t care, and plant a kiss on his mouth, asking him “you want coffee or me”. He grabs my head with both hands draws me into his face and parts my lips with his tongue, searches my still coffee flavored mouth and jokingly says “you know I don’t like creamer”. One hand moves to my ass as he draws our abdomens into one another tightly, and our now harness grinds together, I can feel his body warmth as it shivers through me creating a chill on my exposed back aided by the ceiling fan, but yet my front is generating a radiant heat between us. Our legs intertwine and wind into each other as the top of his thigh pushed into my balls and his dick is rubbing against my abdominal skin.

He pushes me over to my back, as he climbs over me and asks how he ever deserved me. We reveled in the privacy of our own home, yet we were quiet as he sat up upon my stomach and allowed my hands to wander through his cock and balls as I gently massaged them. He reached back and held my dick in his hot trench, my eyes closed, all I could think of was my eye tour of his ass earlier this morning. He gently slid up and down as his hand continued to sandwich my dick into his ass crack. Each time he raised up off me higher, and then pressed me in harder, until one time I felt a distinct bump, my dick slid back and forth across that bump several times, when then, on one down stroke Josh forcibly pushed my dick head into the bump and forced open my hole, and he slowed his drop to my abdomen as my dick was now sliding its way inside his ass membranes and his tunnel of love. Slowly he continued to descend, as I continued to massage his balls and palm his inner thighs and abdomen, he bent at the waist to kiss me as he bottomed out on top of me, then placed his hands on my breasts, his head hanging just above mine, as he grinded on top of my dick with passionate strokes and he concentrated by staring directly into my eyes. We were connected ass to dick and eyes to eyes, he was connected to my brain and I to his. I began wriggling under him as he continued to take longer and longer strokes. My dick coming almost to climax with each slow decent, stopping just short of Cumming as he bottomed out each time. I thought to myself that if I was just a half inch longer I’d have spurt my load by now. His ever so brief rest between each pump was just enough time for me to recover, awaiting the next smooth slide down shaft each time ending with me almost Cumming. He drove me nuts with this action like he’s never done before. 3 years into this relationship and my Josh is still showing me new and exciting things.

Soon I couldn’t resist and my fountain began spurting loads of cum into his bowels as my dick thickened with each stream, his membranes tightened around me as I held his hips down against me preventing any additional movement, now it was my expanding and contracting dick against his contracting inner membranes as he clenched his tunnel around me. Meanwhile I went back to trying to massage his dick but he leaned into me for a hugging kiss trapping my hands on his dick between us. He climbed off of me and lay by my side, I propped myself up on my elbow as I touched his dick with my fingers, then lifted my head over it and tongued my way around it’s rim before engulfing it deep into my throat. It only took 6 or 7 more tonguing pumps for him to release his cream, as I lapped up and swallowed each and every drop. I came off him and I looked back to his face saying, you know I love cream in my coffee and yours is so good. He replied “speaking of, I could use some coffee now”, I graciously got up wiped my lips with the back of my hand as I headed for the kitchen to get him and I another cup. We lay in bed, our backs against the head board as we sipped our coffee and I asked Josh what he’d like to do today, he replied we just did it and I’m about 8 minutes and a half cup of coffee away from round two, this time I get to fuck you. I was all in for today.