The Border

My parents had a fair size house and they decided to rent a room in the basement for extra income. We lived close to the university campus so this would work out well. They rented the room to a multitude of students over the years but there was once particular border that I remember fondly - his name was Paul. He was a 25ish jock and he had this magnetic personality and hairy legs - this was the 80's I was an 18 year old skinny boy and I was intrigued by him.

One day he was gone to class and I went into his room - it was messy and it smelled like him - I found his playboy and penthouse collection and I strated jerking off in his room once in a while. He noticed that things were moved and he asked me if I had found his porn collection? This is where our odd friendship began and I started hanging out in the basement when my parents weren't home.

One day we were sharing his porn and he got totally naked in front of me - I was mesmerized and watched him jerk his cock until he came. A few days later, we were again looking at his girlie magazines when he convinced me to join him and get naked - we jerked off together and when I was about to shoot, he told me to cum into his mouth - so I did as told and stood up and he stuck out his tongue and I shot the biggest load of my life inside his opened mouth - he licked and sucked the tip of my cock and it was like an electric shock going through me.

Things progressed fast from there and we started sucking each other for hours on end. He could make me cum three times in a row and he would swallow me whole. I could not swallow but would take his cum on my chest or face.

By the winter semester, my ass became his obsession - he started eating my ass like if it was pussy and he would also finger me. I stole the Vaseline hand lotion from the upstairs bathroom and I would often leave his room with my ass crack oiled up and my hole stretched out. One day, he poked my ass with the head of his cock - he was pushing and it felt amazing - it did go in and it hurt - but it felt incredible.

I was in love and we spent the Spring and most of the summer months fucking in his room. Things became more sensual and I felt like his lover - but at the same time I was a bit scared. He was like an addiction and I couldn't wait to see him.

By the month of August, he graduated as an engineer and moved back home. This was before the facebook or cel phone era and I never re-connected with him. I look back and realized that back in those days I longed for masculine affection - he was just 5 years older but he felt so manly. His hairy chest and smelly balls screamed of manhood - he gave me a confidence that guided me through life.

I have been married to a woman for over 25 years and I have never told her about my very first real love - sometimes I wonder if Paul ever thinks of me or of my tight little ass.