Punch Drunk Love

At our dorm room at "Munster Hall", back when we were in college, Chris and I found a place where we not only expanded our minds by way of the scholastic lifestyle, we also expanded our sexual expression by way of experimenting with some pretty heavy horse play that often bordered on S & M; while our sex life had always been physical, during those days, it was downright painful ... for both of us.

This one time, it had to have been sometime in late winter of 1983, Chris had just found out that he was one of the top seed collegiate wrestlers on the east coast for the season, and as such he would be going to the national tournaments in the early spring.

Now nothing fills an alpha male with more piss and vinegar than an athletic honor.

Of course he was training and working out like crazy, and so when it came to sex...well, let's just say it was a pretty tough going.

One night, after a particularly draining day of classes and then work, I came back to the dorm, room wanting nothing more than to just crash out. My room mate had other ideas.

When I walked into the room, Chris was waiting for me at the front door.

"Where in the hell have you been? I need to bust a nut something fierce!" He said, grabbing me and trying to push me down to my knees.

"Dude," I said, pushing him away, "Give me a break, will ya? I've had a long fucking day - go jerk off if you need some release."

That's all it took; next thing I knew, he had me by my shirt and delivered a savage right hook to my face that left me sore.

"Wanna' see what happens to cock-suckers who don't do as they are told?"

One more punch landed, this time on my jaw, and I fell to the floor dazed. I looked up and saw he was taking his shirt off. His chest was tight, muscular, perfect in the dim light of the dorm room. Then he went for the belt of his pants and said, "I think you need a little hurting, you fucker."

"Oh, you think so?" I said, getting to my feet, staring him down, my cock starting to throb.

We charged each other, and I manged to claw at his crotch giving his nuts a pretty hard squeeze and he howled in pain, so I held on tight and yelled out, "Come on you tough punk! I'll rip your fucking balls off of you!"

He fell to the floor holding his nuts, and I gave him a good swift kick in the side.

I stood over him, relishing my sudden upper hand and spit on him. I called him a punk and gave him another kick.

And then, in a flash, he sprung up, he must have been playing possum, because the next thing I knew, I was on my back on the bed, and Chris was on top of me, punching my chest, his face red and crazed looking. Then He stopped punching me and raised his hand and gave me a sharp open handed slap across my face that stung like a thousand bee stingers and made me see stars.

"I like it when you fight back", he said gasping, "But I am still gonna' fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"Guess I'll have to return the favor, fag" I said reaching for his tits and giving them a hard squeeze.

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Then I was on my knees in front of him, licking his body. I started at his feet, my tongue lapping his size 12 dogs while he stood. Then he lifted his leg and put his toes in my mouth, and I sucked on them, and worshiped them... I made my way up his leg, kissing his thighs while he whispered obscenities to me ... when I came to his cock, gave his balls a quick dab with my tongue and then went up to his rock hard abs which i licked with abandon ... he chuckled and grabbed me by my hair and pushed me in closer to him.

When I got to his chest, I spent a lot of time on his nipples, licking and bitting at them, relishing the feeling of his stubby chest hair that he had shaved regularly...his pecs were rock hard and magnificent and I felt myself insane with lust as I kissed and lapped at them ... and then I came to his right arm which he flexed for me, his bicep bulging obscenely with muscle and I attacked it...and then he brought the python-like appendage around my head and held me tightly and said, "Come on, bitch, lick my pit".

So I sucked at the sweat in his armpit and breathed deep his familiar odor that was like some familiar aphrodisiac to me. And as I worked on his pit, I felt him reach around me, his fingers toying with my butt hole.

And then he said, "I love you".

And the next thing I knew I was sucking his huge cock.

He held me roughly by the hair and pushed me back and forth on his member. I sucked him as hard as I could, making him sweat and shiver and when he began leaking pre-cum into my mouth, I savored it like it was a fine wine.

I let my hands traverse his perfect body while I blew him. His chest, his arms, his thighs, everything I touched was rock hard and thick with sweat. At one point he reached down and grabbed my left nipple and gave it a long hard pull, and the sweet sting of electric pain/pleasure made me shiver and I pulled back from his cock and said, "Fuck me, please, fuck me."

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With his cock deep , he was leaning over me, his handsome, masculine face at mine, his deep set eyes boring into mine, a five-o-clock shadow accentuating his jaw line; staring up into his face, I felt that I was looking at god.

He fucked me long and hard that night ... it was a rough and physically exhausting exercise, and my body was wracked in pain, but conversely, there was a part of me that did not want him to ever stop.

He spit in my my face at one point and laughed and then said, "You dirty fucking bastard, you fucking love this, don't you?"

"What do you think?", I replied, gasping trying to catch my breath.

I reached behind him, trying to grab at his ass, to push him in closer to me, and when I did his eyes grew wide and he threw his head back and growled manically ... I could feel his spunk shooting into me, and then he jerked forward and leaned into me and bit me hard on the chest.

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Now it was my turn, and as I shifted his legs so that they rest on my shoulders, I rammed my cock into his tight ass and when he opened his mouth and said, "Slow down, man, you're killing me with that cock!" I said, "Fuck you, bitch", and I went in further and spit into his face. And as I fucked him, I brought a fist up and gave him a couple of good blows to the chest and he smiled at me and said, "Come on, fucker, hurt me! I can take it!" And so I did what he wanted, and just before I came, I grabbed him around the throat and started to choke him, and for a split second he had a panicked look on his face , and I winked at him, let go of his neck and let my river of juice shoot up into him, my brain filled with red hot lights and my body awash with diabolical spasms of pleasure I said his name out loud and then he pulled me close, and as my last wave of pleasure hit, we kissed long and hard ... and somewhere, off in the distance, a car peeled out laying rubber and screamed away into the night.

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We slept like the dead that night.

I distinctly recall the next morning, as someone in one of the other dorm rooms was playing their stereo and it woke me up. It was "Fast Buck Freddie" by Jefferson Starship. Grace Slick's banshee wail had brought me out of a deep sleep.

I was only wearing a pair of briefs and socks when I got out of bed. I looked around for a cigarette and found one, lit it, and made my way to the bathroom where I studied my face. I had a small red bruise on my face, just near my lip, and an angry red bite mark on my chest ... the scars of love.

I began to seriously consider what Chris and I were all about. I knew about sadomasochism, and I was pretty sure we were involved in a relationship that was just short of a sling and leather chaps.

But I was being glib. Was this healthy, for either of us?

Sighing, I tossed the cigarette in the john, took a quick piss and then brushed my teeth.

I walked back out into the main room and stood by the window, another steely winter New Jersey dawn was breaking.

It was a Saturday. No classes, no work today... I lost myself in thought for a minute and then suddenly I felt a pair of strong arms surround me... he kissed me gently on the back of my neck and rubbed up against me, he was wearing a pair of running pants and I could feel his hard cock as he was pressing up against my ass.

The music from the other rooms had changed, it was something romantic, something orchestral, he held me tight from behind and he asked me...

..."Why haven't you ever told me that you love me?"

And I remained silent as the music grew and he held me even tighter...