Love on a Winter’s Morning.



The dorm room I shared with Chris was on the top floor of our building; an old castle-like structure that we referred to as “Munster Hall”. Our room had two big floor to ceiling windows, the front window faced the parking lot and the back window faced the soccer field and the woods behind it. Standing at this window, one could watch the sun rise.

I stood there naked facing the dawn that was breaking over the frost covered landscape. Bare trees made skeleton finger salutes to the sky. My hands were cold as I used the window for support while my best friend stood behind me, fucking me with his usual abandon.

With every thrust he pushed me closer to the frosted pane until I was pressed up against it, my own cock at full staff pressed into the frigid glass, and even so, I leaked pre-cum onto the window – I wondered for a second if it might freeze.

Soon we were both flat against the massive window; Chris pushing himself up and in me – I could feel his hot breath on my neck, sometimes he licked at the back of my earlobe, while his hands held me firmly at the waist.

We had done this a few times before at the window. I wondered if anyone had seen us, not that I cared. But this morning was a Sunday, early, and the campus was dead.

Chris kept fucking me – he was now biting me on the back of my neck, it would leave marks that we would laugh about later – for now, the sting of his bites and the pleasure/pain of his cock slamming me was all I wanted.

I managed to move my hands to the oak sills of the window for better support and to avoid any kind of catastrophe. When I did this, he slipped his hands off my thighs and up and down my chest until he found my nipples and began to roughly massage them, and then he brought a hand to the front of my neck, to my throat and grasped it firmly and pushed my head back and he bit me again and I cried out.

He released me for a second and then his muscular arms wrapped around my torso and he managed to throw me to the floor, his cock never leaving my ass, and we fell to our knees and I slumped over an old easy chair while the fucking continued... I turned my head and looked at his face. It was beet red, his crown of curly brown hair all askew, a five o clock shadow made him look dashing and dangerous, and the dawn’s rosy early glow illuminated him to perfection.

I loved him so much.

We slipped from the chair until I was flat on my back and he lifted my legs so I could see him, his beautiful hairy chest just now glistening with sweat, the veins in his neck bulging, his biceps doing the same; oh and that beautiful face … that face that I had been taken with since 10th grade.
I reached up and pinched his tits and he growled and threw his head back and I felt his come shoot up into me.

After he came he pulled out and got on top of me and kissed me. I could feel that stubble of his, like sandpaper against my skin. And then he went down on me and started sucking my cock. Dear god, but he could suck cock with such enthusiasm.

I held his head down on me, pushing him further and further, and I could see the red and gold of the new day cut through the window making the ceiling glow all light pink.

He took my balls in his hand in massaged them while he kept sucking and I felt the first surge hit, that wave of gratification and I thrust my hips up and he gagged for a second but stayed on my cock, swallowing my cum as I fell into the little death that is an orgasm while lights danced behind my now closed eyes …

It was too cold to remain on the floor so we dashed back into bed, and threw the blankets and sheets around ourselves and held each other tightly.

No words for at least ten minutes.

And then,

“Let’s get some coffee”, he said.

I watched as he leapt from bed, stark naked, his perfect body a silhouette in the morning light. He paused for a second and then turned to me and put his hand out.

“Come on man,” he said smiling at me, "I want you with me".

And I took his hand and got out of bed.