Later in the day I would graduate from college with a dual degree. But before I could leave for my summer break I had to finish closing out the apartment that I’d shared with my roommate for the last three years. That required one more trip to put my last few personal items in storage. Once everything was closed and graduation was over I would fly to my aunt and uncles in Fresno, California, to begin a summer of fun in the sun. I had purchased an economy class one-way ticket to Sacramento International Airport by way of Denver. When I arrived at the airport my uncle would meet me transporting me by car back to Fresno. Fresno would serve as my base of operations while I spent my summer break in California.
I thought, maybe my luck would change and I would run into someone special with whom I could share my summer of fun, maybe a nice male companion. I hadn’t much luck with boyfriends or girlfriends for the last four years at the conservative Midwestern University I attended. Oh, I had met a few guys and gals, but none of whom I wanted to develop a continuing deep meaningful relationship. The only one that I wanted to really get to know better and develop a meaningful relationship with was my cyber boyfriend – Kyle.
That was so dumb, wanting a relationship with an imaginary person; a person I’d met only on the Internet. Kyle came across cyberspace so tempting, such a tease with his profoundly perfect physique and penis. He was the most beautiful male Caucasian specimen I’d laid eyes on. He had the tantalizing body of a young male model. His well-developed body reminded me a little of Lucas the well-cut actor from “Days of Our Lives.” Although I’d never seen the actor nude I had seen him without a shirt. Both he and Kyle appeared to be deliciously appealing from what I’d seen. At one point I thought that Kyle would be a perfect mate for me, maybe even life partner. In his photos my cyber boyfriend looked a little young, but photographs sometimes lie. Even without a face to put with Kyle’s body I could almost picture his angelic face with seductively smoldering eyes. Luscious lips puckered just right for some serious face sucking and soulful kissing.
The photos Kyle had e-mailed to me showed that he had a perfectly smooth somewhat tanned torso with well-developed arms, legs, and chest. Two pink nipples on his well-defined chest. The perfect little pink buds centered in two dime sized light brown areolas on his pecs. His arms and legs were moderately muscled, appearing to be those of a competitive swimmer’s body. Kyle’s hands and feet were very nice looking, too. His nails all well manicured. There was one little tattoo of a bear on Kyle’s body. Then there was the dark titillating treasure trail from his bellybutton leading to a tight little patch of dark pubie-doo at the base of his beautiful bone. Yes, the most outstanding feature of Kyle’s body was his cock! Kyle had the perfect pecker as far as I was concerned; very aesthetically appealing.
A most appealing cock with a so very succulent pink head on it; the photos of it showed Kyle’s cock to be about four inches in length soft, and appeared to be approximately six inches long and maybe four or five inches around as it stood at attention. Kyle’s prick was perfectly circumcised with a strikingly sleek looking cockhead flaring back to a nice purplish band, circling the base of the bell. In fact, his cock and cockhead was the most extraordinary looking male appendage that I had ever seen before on a young man. His nuts appeared to be average size nuggets nestled tightly in a darker hairless scrotal sac at the base of that perfect pecker. I knew that if and when I was to ever meet up with Kyle I would deliver onto him the blowjob of a lifetime. I would suck his brains out like I was sucking a thick vanilla malt through a straw – definitely rock his world!
I felt that my college years, in between my academic studies, I had learned more about cocks, anal and oral sex, and all the other erotic stuff than the average college guy would ever come to know. I was somewhat envious of the studs in those erotic stories and porn films; the ones who were hung like mules, and could last for hours before delivering huge amounts of whitish spooge. Personally, I had never seen or handled one of those huge porn star cocks before, except the dildo replicas. Oh, I had experimented sexually with other boys in junior high and high school. However, I had never seen cocks ten and twelve inches long by eight and ten inches in diameter in middle or high school. The biggest penis I had seen was on one of our basketball players in high school; a white kid who had almost nine inches. Hell, his cock soft was at least seven to eight inches flaccid, and I thought he was extremely well hung. He was looked upon as something of a freak of nature.
Most of the guys in my high school that I’d viewed in the locker room were three to four inches flaccid. The few guys that I was privileged to view erect were about five to seven inches long and no more than five inches around. So, I’d come to the conclusion that all those gay porn stories posted on “Nifty” and other erotic storyboards on the Internet depicting guys with the huge cocks might be an exaggeration of truthfulness. Not saying that there aren’t guys in the world with supersize cocks, but in my opinion, and observations, most guys aren’t hung like a bull elephants.
I had read tons of books on erotica and watched far too many more porno flicks and somehow found it doubtful that all the gay males in the real world were as well hung as the gay porn stallions in the stories and films. I knew that I wasn’t and Kyle didn’t appear to be overly endowed either. None of the other guys that I had been with were hugely hung either. So, I couldn’t grasp the reality of how normal men could take a huge horse hung cocks into their mouths, or take the big one up their ass and enjoy it. In my opinion, sex was definitely for pleasure not pain.
The Internet and porn flicks had fast made me somewhat of a cynic when it came to the large size of male organs portrayed in erotic stories, and how other males or females were able to accept these monstrous cocks into any normal size body orifices. I had read and listened intently to the all the stories I could absorb about different types of anal sex and fellatio, thereby knew where all the erogenous zones were located on the male body; the anus, nipples, penis and other areas. I had become such a disbeliever about size that I’d gone so far as to buy different sized dildos to test my theories. I wanted to prove or disprove through actual practice the art of anal penetration and giving head to huge cocks.
I found that the five and six inch long and four to five inches circumference dildos were my limit both orally and anally. I guess I just didn’t have a big mouth or asshole. Oh, I could lick the heads of the bigger ones, but that was about the extent of it. Hell, there was no way I could deep throat an eight inch dildo, but that’s what makes good fiction. The biggest cock that I had enjoyed orally was about seven inches by five inches. A cock with a five-inch girth was about the limit I’d take up my ass, and that was painful. However, I knew, after four years of college, and serious studies in the art of cock sucking and buttfucking, given the chance I knew that I could now deliver an earth shaking blowjob to Kyle, making him shudder in pure ecstasy. I just knew after four years of homework practicing with dildos that I had perfected my techniques and now considered myself one of the world’s foremost experts at blowjobs and buttfucking, at least in theory.
I knew that the glans was the most sensitive area of the penis. I fantasized so many times over and over about how I would work on Kyle’s cock when we met in person. I dreamed of tantalizing his pink cockhead like a kid devouring a cherry Tootsie Pop, rolling the head around inside my mouth, letting my tongue caress the coronal ridge, occasionally teasing its piss slit, and then alternately licking at that super sensitive area just beneath the piss slit – the frenulum. Finally, I would feel the ridged readiness of Kyle’s rod expanding as his youthful seed spewed forth filling my mouth with its white honey. Then I would allow his youthful nectar to run down my gullet into my belly. God, the thought of it all makes my mouth water!
The photos of Kyle’s backside were every bit as good looking and enticing as the front. His buns were unblemished; pliable plump looking mounds that gave strong character to his derriere. Damn, I wanted to reach into the enlarged photograph and squeeze Kyle’s buns, but I remembered what Mr. Whipple said about the rolls of Charmin bathroom tissues on the television advertising commercials – don’t squeeze. Another of Kyle’s photos I enlarged was one with his ass cheeks spread apart, exposing his asshole. His pink little asshole was hairless, much like a young girls virgin pussy, so deliciously hot looking, so inviting, it was priceless.
Kyle’s cute little pink anus in my mind’s eye winked at me ever so seductively whenever I viewed it. I wanted desperately to let my tongue tantalize his little pink pucker like the frog after the fly on a Lilly pad, readying it for my phallic plunge into the depths of his bowels. I was sure that my young on-line lover would scream out gurgling sounds of pure ecstasy as my pud penetrated his tight pink virgin asshole. Then once the sphincter was breached my schlong would slide smoothly and deeply into him. Yes, I just knew Kyle would make the perfect partner for me; the prefect buttfuck, at least according to the photos he’d sent and all the discussions we had about how bad we wanted each other.
All Kyle’s photos looked so hot, but none came with headshots. He told me in his e-mails that he lived in the Los Angles area and was a twenty-two years old aspiring actor, so he couldn’t reveal his true identity. The photos he had sent me would indicate that his body looked to be that of an eighteen or nineteen year old. There was something that I couldn’t put my finger on; therefore, I had said no to his repeated requests to meet in person. Thus, we had put our cyber relationship on hold for a while. I could have taken the chance, but decided not. Besides, I was going to be spending an entire summer in California at my aunt and uncles farm in Fresno. I knew I would meet a real live person with whom I would have sex.
