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Parrish and Pope
Pope had dreamed of having a chance at a boy like this all his life....well all that part of his life that he realized not only that he really had a need for boys...guys...but that it might even be possible.
Parrish was one fuckin' 18 year old beauty. He had that grown out short hair, dark gold, it shined bright under the sunlight. Cobalt eyes. Wheww! Piercing. The first time he met him, Pope just held his hand after the shake. Best of all, Parrish didn't pull away. They were in the door of the fraternity house and Parrish was exploring, Pope greeting, and now cruising.
They got a kick when they gave their names, that they were named alike...that is, their first names were family names from the maternal side, so were not natural first name types. That almost was enough to bond them right there. There was other attraction though...they seemed to like and draw from each other from that very first eyelock.
Pope had no real thoughts that he was inclined to guys, he'd even had a few approaches made on him which he shunned off hand....without a thought, or desire. Later, he'd come to realize that one or two of those were dismissed out of hand, because the come ons were not attractive. The others he looked back on were guys that could break him if they were not sincere, and he couldn't dare to look remotely interested from the outset. But he dismissed them all so fast, it's hard to believe he really had the interests..desires he had.
Anyways, this is about golden boy Parrish. God, Pope wished he could put his mark on this kid. Pope was a sophomore, and just 19, so they were really close in age.
Part the pomp of rush week was that there was a band and party/dance every night through the week. The fraternity invited sororities over, or girls they knew on campus to just come and party, and the pledges got a chance to pair up for the night, or just flit and flirt and preen...whatever.
The parties were amply 'watered' with beer and booze, and most of these kids had little experience with extensive drinking. Every kid in school had come across the odd binge and booze somewhere, but not to the extent usually available in fraternities.
Parrish was wide-eyed and glass filled from the minute he walked to the bar table. No guy really has any idea how much he's putting away till he can't walk....if he can remember that he reached that point.
Parrish indeed had a long night, but not to the end of the party....and Pope was walking him up the stairs to one of the brothers' rooms.
Parrish couldn't talk, really, his words were a slur, but he did have some sense left, and was able to spit a word out here or there.
Pope sat him down on the first bunk-type bed in the room of a brother who hadn't arrived yet for the fall term. Putting Parrish's hand on his shoulder for balance, Pope got down on a knee to take Parrish's shoes off. That done, and the shoes shoved under the bed, he pulled Parrish's golf-type shirt up and the boy stuck his arms up and the shirt slid right up and off. Pope caught himself, gaping at the boy's beautiful smooth, firm golden tan chest and belly. This fuckin' kid was flawless! As Parrish started to fall back, Pope grabbed his shoulders and turned him so he'd lay properly on the bed and the pillow, and put his legs up and dropped 'em. As Pope reached for his pants button, Parrish looked up probably seeing 2 or 3 Pope's there, and slurred out, "What...chu phhuckkin' qu'er?".
Pope laughed at him and just pushed the protective hand away, and opened and unzipped the pants which he slid down, and made a big show of hanging them on a hanger right near the bed where Parrish could see them. Pope went another step and folded the shirt, too, and hung it on the hanger with the pants.
He turned to accept approval in Parrish's eyes....but there was none....Parrish passed out. Pope's heart raced. Can this be it? Is this the way it's supposed to be? Do I get a chance to explore .... another guy?
Wiping the thought from his mind, Pope went about getting a sheet from the other bunk to cover Parrish, and was about to tuck in the bottom, when again he had the rush of cold sweat and panic and rapid heartbeat, and god he wanted to do....try....something. But, god, what if he wakes up, and tells someone...everyone...his whole school life is ruined!! And for what? He just wanted to "see" another guy...shit...he could do that in the shower ever' morning....and did!!!
Nah. He knew this was more. Much more that he wanted....to do. He wanted to touch...to feel....to rub....ohhhhhh....he was getting dizzy in his need and desire and the closeness of a prey he never preyed on....that was thrust on him....to him!
He stood and stared at Parrish. He sure looked out. He decided to examine possibilities. He would remove Parrish's socks, and this way he could make moves to see if he was awake, and yet have an excuse for touching him. He made a rough handling mess of getting Parrish's right sock off, lifting the leg really high, and dropping it. Not as much as an eye flutter. Okay, he was out, but was he asleep deeply, or passed out? He recklessly grabbed the other leg, scraped the ankle with his nails as he pulled the sock off. Threw the foot to the bed roughly. Nothin'.
He ticked the soles of Parrish's feet, and the toes wiggled, and the feet kicked up. But there was nothing in Parrish's face.
Well...this was the moment.
He palmed the fly of his boxers. Not a flinch....pressing, he felt the soft cock under his hand, which he now closed, fingers searching for the balls. Parrish had a big sack, and Pope's fingers tried to tickle them through the cloth. Then, continually emboldened with each move without response, he slipped his flat hand up the boxer's leg right to the cock, and laid it right over the cock, curling the fingers to the balls....tickling. Noth-ing!!!
He wondered that even if Parrish was out, every minute that passed brought him closer to waking....and catching him with the goodies in his hands! He looked at his watch. Damn!! All this nonsense had taken only 5 minutes!!! It seemed he'd been queerin' this kid for at least an hour!!
Pope was soaked in sweat from fear....and trembling.
Well, one more test. He trailed his middle finger to Parrish's cock tip....wiggling on it. No reaction....not even a hardening. He worked his finger under the cockhead to the little spot underneath that makes us all bounce. Touching it...nothin'. Tickling it....nothin'....but the cock jumped....and so did Pope. This kid was OUT!!!
Very roughly, Pope yanked Parrish's cock out of the fly now, and was massaging it between his fingers. No longer worried, he was now into observation mode....the cock was average.....about 3" soft, and already lengthening and hardening.
Whewww! He was sooooo excited!! He got Parrish hard enough to feel the ridges, like corrugated cardboard under the velvet smooth dick skin. Just a slight moistness appeared at the pisshole. For the first time in his life....Pope leaned in and tongue swiped the tip of the boy's cock. He stared at it as the head recoiled, and swelled a bit more.
He got right over Parrish's face and looked at his eyelids and listened to his now faster but steady breathing.
He took the cockhead into his mouth, swirled his tongue on it, released, then while feeling the bare belly for reaction, he stared into the boy's face again, as he worked a finger to Parrish's butt hole. Parrish moved his whole body, and then settled back down, still, on Pope's finger!!!
Geez....this was something!
Pope stuck a finger to Parrish's lips and forced the mouth open, and the kid actually sucked the finger on his tongue. Amazing.
Pope took Parrish's cock into his mouth now and sucked that kid like there no tomorrow. His first blowjob. He was sucking him a cock. After all this time. He was having his first boy!!! He sucked and swirled, and vacuumed. He tip tickled and darted, he went right to his throat. He fingered under the boy's nuts. He bobbed fast and hard and pummeled his face into Parrish's pubes. He fucked his face with that boycock. There was involuntary humping under his face....Parrish was doing tiny butt fucks up into Pope's mouth.....and then there was the tiniest scream, long....breathy....and whiney....followed by a gasp like a little choke sound......and Pope's mouth was flush with an enormous cum!
He sucked and swallowed furiously. He was letting boy goo drool into the pubes and balls, but he licked furiously. He ate that boy's privates spotless. He wasn't sure he wanted or liked the taste of cum, but he was mindlessly driven....he had a boy's cum in him....a boy he loved to look at....to taste....to touch...god, he cocksucked his first boy!!!!!!!!
He sat back, and on his heels, he looked on Parrish's whole nakedness. Breathing there was unsteady after the cum. The cock was not totally soft, but was down, still strong enough to reach for his belly button, and not lay over to his thigh.
Now Pope was approaching methodical boy taker. He turned the golden 18 year old to the edge of the bed, pushed his legs up, and stuck his tongue in his crack. One lick, a look into that beautiful face, and then buried his entire face into Parrish's ass crease. His tongue swabbed and pushed and sunk into the boyhole. The pucker squeezed on his tongue, and winked in and out, and Pope sunk as deep as the length of his tongue would take him. He pulled out, stood and stripped all his clothes off, and laid on top of Parrish full length. He felt their sweat, smelled their smells, licked his pits....kissed Parrish, sticking that tongue that was just up his boybox, deep into Parrish's mouth.
Ohmigod!!! Pope nearly passed out. He quickly pulled himself up. Straightened Parrish on the bed, then hunted around the room for oil....something...lotion.
He found some baby oil to slip into Parrish's hole....one, then two, then three fingers. He wormed and turned and pumped.
He lay to his boy.....squeezed his rock hard cock, and pushed it through Parrish's hole with an amazing smoothness. He got the first jerk of either pain or body shock when Pope was in 5 inches already. Then he slid the rest of the way to the pubes. He lay quiet wiggling just a bit, then while kissing the nape of boy neck below him, he started into smooth fuckrut, and in just a few seconds was pounding the living shit of Parrish.
He kept stopping, squeezing and holding off, but finally went for glory. He hoped this was Parrish's first fuck, and that it would be his only fuck ever, if he himself never got a chance to have him again. Many long moments after he growled his cum into Parrish with his face buried into his neck...he licked and kissed.
As he pulled out of the boy, worked feverishly with his Parrish's own boxers, to clean the boy's pussyhole of the sperm slop. Then he tongued up inside and sucked the goop out of him. He fingered as far up as he could, to remove sperm remnants. Then, with oil to his finger...he oiled the kid's shit chute for many moments. He had no idea of knowing for sure would Parrish know. His senses would surely be dulled, and hopefully, by the time he connected any feeling in his butt to being laid out after the party, he'd be long gone, and sleeping off a terrible hangover....which is extra brutal for a young, inexperienced drinker.
Not to be shortchanged, and to make sure the last thing Parrish thought he was dreaming about was cumming himself, Pope made up his mind that he was gonna take Parrish off once more in his mouth. He hung his face over the boy, now on his back, and sucked that cock like he was trying to pull it out by the root.
As Parrish pumped his body matching the final sucking, and shot his jam, Pope was so happy with himself.
He fingered and played and licked and massaged and rubbed the boy for more than 15 minutes, and then sucked his toes and licked his boy feet.
He took the cummy boxers, and he'd made sure to keep them inside out when he cleaned him off, and this way when he pulled them back on, the goo would be drying against his cock and pubes, and nowhere near his butt. He had the boxers fully on him now. This is the way Parrish last remembered what he was wearing before he passed out.
One more time!!! Pope got to his knees on the bed straddling Parrish's legs, and sucked his cock one more time. It was most glorious. It took a full 30 minutes this time to bring the great shot of boy goo to Pope, but this goo was going to be jacked into the kid's boxers as he started to cum, so he would ensure anything he felt was from a wet dream....Pope hoped. He did all he could to eliminate any appearance of what he had joyed Parrish with after he brought him to bed.
Pope stood up, made sure everything was in order. Parrish was soundly still out. He stepped over Parrish's face, and his butt and cum slimed cock eased down to Parrish's lips. He worked the boy's mouth open with a finger, and fed Parrish his first 19 year old boy cock....Pope hoped. Wow! He sucked it! He sucked it right in!! Pope bucked, and yanked out real quick. A little taste was ok. He didn't think he'd ever get away with the taste of a full shot of sperm in the boy's mouth when he woke.
Pope dressed quickly, pulled Parrish's cum soppy cock from his fly, tongue swiped it, replaced it against his belly, then turned him over so that the goo dried and glued his cock to his skin and his shorts. Wheww..he almos' fergot! The socks. Parrish's socks were on when he went out. He quick fished 'em off the floor and put them back on the wiped out kid....his first fuck!
Licking his lips, Pope went back down to the party.
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