TRIPPING

‘TRIPPING’

PART 2

©Richards 2024. All Rights Reserved.

WARNING: This story is for mature readers 18+. All characters depicted are 18+ and any resemblance to persons alive or dead is purely coincidental. This story contains adult themes/ explicit sexual descriptions. IT IS ALSO ILLEGAL TO SHARE THIS WORK WITH MINORS UNDER 18!

TRIP’s breathing was almost mesmerizing, and often put me into a trance-like state. I held him close to my heart knowing that time and circumstances probably would pull us apart at the end of the spring. I spoke to him one night before we would have our nightly shower.

I found TRIP rather more positive than myself. He pointed out how we were both returning to study again the following year. He even suggested that we go on a small holiday together over the summer. It was this optimism that made my heart jump with happiness. Perhaps I was being too cynical.

Still, early Summer arrived far too early for either of our likings. The Red Necks got used to us and left us mainly alone apart from the odd homophobic slurs. We fell into a nightly routine. TRIP would arrive around 9:00 pm. I loved opening my door to him. Hot, shirtless, sweating from the humidity in the air gave him a beautiful glow. I would be the same. Every night he would lead me by the hand to the shared showers. Once the water ran, we held each other and passionately kissed.

When we then both got erections, we would let our desires free and ground our cocks together. There was a limitless amount of hot water, so we did this at our pleasure. We never had to rush. When we would break our embrace, he would turn me around, so I had my back to him. He would grab the soap and get my back all slick before massaging every muscle. I still have not had such erotic hands massage my body since my time with him. TRIP’s hands were magical.

Every night under the hot water he massaged away my tensions and stresses of the day. He did not stop what he was doing, even when he slipped his cock between my legs. Teasing my hungry hole with the tip of his penis before sliding along my taint, knocking into my heavy balls. We both enjoyed this and could easily spend an hour doing so. Then it would be my turn to rub his back down with soap and mirror what he had done to me.

I would break the knots out of his shoulders and upper back. I probably rushed more so than he did. I was just eager to play with his awesome-looking arse. I would massage his checks with suds on my hands. With every stroke, I rubbed my fingers and thumbs closer to his arse hole. When I got my thumb to the target that I was aiming for I got him begging for penetration, He asked me to push my thumb through his sphincter muscle.

Only soaps made for sexual contact should be used. It's better than that stinging pain normal soap provokes. I'd tease him for a long time, and when we were really ready to have sex, we would dry off and head back to my dorm room. When never bothered to get dressed again, we would make the short walk back to my room with our towels around or waists. Giggling, laughing, and joking; trying to rip each other’s towels off, to show off the other's semi-erect penis’s. Some nights we would get back to my dorm room almost in hysterical tears of joy and excitement. How I wished we could stay like this for the rest of our lives. I tried not to focus too much on the end of the semester, and instead, focused on each moment I spent with TRIP.

Once back in the room, all fired up from our long period of foreplay in the hot, steamy shower, we were ready to unite and share our bodies. We would become one again through our sexual contact. Naked we would fall to the bed, embraced with our lips connected. Once on my mattress we would kiss further, with more passion as we explored each other’s bodies. TRIP would usually lay on top of me as I was slightly larger than him and like in the shower, he would grind our pelvis’s against each other. My exhilaration of his cock sliding past mine left me feeling exceeded. The more he did this the more pre-cum we both produced, and it lubed up both of our cocks some more. This turned us both on beyond limits we had never felt before.

“I want to suck your cock!” I then told him.

“Let's try another 69er. ” He suggested instead.

“I like your idea.” So TRIP moved so his face was just above my erect cock and his was hanging just over mine. I put my hand on his sweet dick and glided it into my mouth. At the same time, I felt him do the same to me. It was heavenly. I loved to blow him, and I think he enjoyed blowing me too. I concluded this because as the minutes passed into tens of minutes, I noticed his balls had pulled tight and he even tried to deep-throat me. He got the hang of it after several attempts. We did not stop as we both became more frantic in our body movements, desperate for each other’s seed. TRIP ejaculated first but it only took me a split-second to do so myself. He must have been horny before we began our 69ner because of the amount of seamen he pumped down my throat and into my mouth.

I kept sucking on him until I had swallowed every last drop of his cum. As I felt my cum pumping out inside of his mouth, this time he did not spit my load out like he usually did. TRIP ate all of my seed. This was a first and fuck it felt good!

“Do you feel like doing it again?” he asked through his pirate smile.

“Just give me five minutes, I just need to recover.

I lit up a smoke as we lay next to each other in the afterglow of our mutual blowjob. Before I even got halfway through my smoke TRIP drifted off to sleep.

Tomorrow was going to be harsh. Our studies were over for the year, and it was time for us all to move out of the dorms and head home. I had hoped to be with TRIP one more time before we left. Of course, he slept in, and so did I.

When I got up, I stood at my window enjoying my morning smoke and coffee until my heart sank as I saw his elder brother arrive in his old clapped-out Toyota Corona, with trailer in tow. I woke TRIP up quickly, he put his towel back around him and he raced out the door, I did not even get a goodbye kiss. I was so disappointed. Why had we slept in? I felt so ripped off! He did not even return just to say goodbye.

He was gone. I honestly, doubted I would ever see him again. Why? Because of the manner of his departure back to New Castle, well north of Sydney, yet still on the coast. It is an important dock for ships arriving from overseas.

I spent the rest of the day alone, weeping. My fears of parting on this day were completely justified. Finally, I got the strength up to pack up my car with all the processions I owned and began the long drive home to Canberra, I don’t remember the drive home as my sadness and physical loneliness kept me distracted. All I do remember is pulling in to fill my tank with petrol. TRIP was completely dominating my mind and heart. I tried to console myself with the thought we would be back at university next year, back in each other's arms.

EPILOUGE.

We went our separate ways when it was time for us to return to do our post-graduate degrees in our respective fields, his nursing, and mine, horticultural science, Over the summer he did make contact to tell me that he had pulled out of his post-graduate studies as he decided to take a placement in a hospital emergency ward. As a result he would not be returning to his studies. I tried not to choke and cry while we said our goodbyes over the phone. I had grown fond of my TRIP, and I knew he found talking difficult too. There was nothing either of us could do about the situation, we were both completely broke and could not afford into a house together. We had to be brave and let go. The conversation was going around in circles so eventually, I butt into what he was saying. “Forever TRIP.” I let my tears flow as I hung up the phone.

I still smile at the sexual memories that we had created with each other. I still have the memory of our first night and all the nights we had shared. I often still wank over them when I find time allows. I can still feel his hands rubbing and massaging my back. I want to be a memory and an experience that I never wish to let go of.

He might perhaps feel the opposite and wish to forget. I’m quite sure he will always remember to whom he gave his virginity. I did some years back have a very quick conversation with TRIP over Facebook. He was at first happy to talk with me. When I brought up our sexual history together. He rapidly brought our chat to an end.

Before his profile disappeared back into the dark hiding spaces of the internet, I was able to see a few photos. I cannot believe what happened to him. He was fat and morbidly obese. He did not look happy. Only his eyes remained the same. At the time I felt ashamed of myself but then realised I had nothing to be ashamed of at all.

I understand he may have moved on to get married and have kids, but I am no man's shame. I had moved on too. I guess I am just more open in discussing my past than most of men I have bedded. It is sad, to me, that the story and memories of TRI end here.

I have not spoken to him now since 2007. I doubt I will ever speak to him again. Maybe I’ll try Facebook again, maybe I won’t.

I am married now to a good man whom I intend to spend the rest of my life with. I have shown him this story and his reaction was lovely. Of all the stories I have produced this one is his favourite too.

THE END.