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Marcus - Roll Tide
🕑 Added 2023-12-01 05:01:01 +0000 UTCIn 1998 I had been in college at the University of Alabama, (Roll Tide!) for two years already. I was born and raised in Midway, Alabama, so going to college was more than a privilege for me. I played basketball on my high school team but wasn’t nearly good enough to get a scholarship, hello student loans. My boy Travis was the star of the team, but he got his girl pregnant senior year and that was the end of him going to college, instead, he went straight to working with his old man at the local Piggly Wiggly where his dad was the store manager at the time.
Travis and I kept in touch, we hung out all summer between my freshmen and sophomore year. His baby mama only put up with his ass for about six months after their little boy was born, then she kicked him out and he moved back with his parents, so now he’s a weekend dad.
This particular weekend he called me up and asked if he could come visit, that he didn’t have the kid this weekend and he wanted to come have fun for once. I loved the idea. I was very much an introvert, but every time Travis was around, I was much more extroverted. It was always a blast. I wouldn’t have lost my virginity had he not taken me out to a party in the fall of senior year. He pulled one of the cheerleaders and I got her best friend. Hopefully, this weekend will be the same.
He showed up with only a backpack filled with clothes. Somehow he heard about a campus party before he even got to my dorm room. He didn’t ask if I wanted to go, just let me know it was happening, that’s one of the things I loved about him.
We pre-gamed in my dorm. Thankfully my uptight roommate was away meeting his girlfriend's parents for the weekend, he was never any fun. So Travis and I were able to smoke some weed he brought and drink some whiskey I had hidden under my bed.
“Bruh,” he blew some smoke out the window, a technique he taught me back in school when we would spend the night at each other's houses. “You are living the life up here.”
He passed it to me, and I took a hit, “I guess,” I shrugged, and blew it out the window.
“Roll Tide!” he shouted as a joke, to which I answered with “Roll Tide!” We laughed.
“For real though, I saw so much beautiful ass on the way from the bus station to here, shit man, you must be cleaning up,” he laughed.
I took another hit, “I wish, I’m mostly locked up in the library…just trying to keep up. So much shit I didn’t learn skimming by back in school,” I shrugged.
“Noooo, you can’t tell me you’re passing up all that fine ass?” He questioned.
I just nodded and laughed.
“Damn bro, at least I got a good excuse,” he laughed.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Ever since Trisha dropped me, she been telling all the rest of the females around that I can’t fuck,” he laughed. “Like she didn’t like taken my dick before she got wrecked,” he joked, miming fucking her slowly.
“You mean…had your baby?” I grinned.
“Yeah, and lost her damn mind,” he laughed. “Tonight, we shake off this losing streak and clean up!” he announced to nobody.
“Yeah, I’m game,” I took another hit, feeling good and loose.
The party was a blast. We drank a shit ton of free booze and smoked a bunch of white people weed. Come to think of it, Travis and I were the only black dudes at that party, and a couple honnies, but they were into the ‘Chads’ and not trying to become the next victim of Travis’s aversion to condoms. He tried though. I mostly sat back and watched. He was smooth.
My boy was a lean 6’1”, all those years we spent on the court really toned his body. Mine too, but he also did football in the off-season. He fit in well here, he never dressed like he came from the hood like most of our friends. Neither did I, but my mom would’ve whooped my ass if I didn’t “dress respectful.” Trav even had a really nice stud in his ear, in the right light it twinkled along with his smile and eyes. It’s no wonder women fell all over him back home. The women here weren’t exactly ignoring him, but his honesty was his biggest struggle and they didn’t like to hear that he wasn’t in school and had a baby already.
I think it was the fourth round of shots with everyone shouting “Roll tide!” as they drank that did me in. The party wasn’t ready to wind down, but we decided to head back to my dorm defeated anyway, but not empty-handed. Trav snuck out a bottle of their vodka and I nabbed some of their pre-rolls.
Back at the dorm, we lit up and drank up, listening to the radio, and reminiscing. Laughing about the way women looked at him after they found out he had a baby.
“Man, those bitches don’t know what they passed up,” he laughed.
I smiled, “what’s that, a baby dick and 90 seconds of fun?”
“Fuck you bruh, you can’t listen to the shit that Trish spreads, she just don’t want others to have what she no longer gets access to,” he scowled.
“I’m kidding,” I said. “I’ve seen your dick, I know you got at least three inches,” I joked.
He laughed, “Bro, that’s not funny, you know what I got, you remember that time back in the hotel when we went to States?”
“When we lost the championship because we were all exhausted?” I asked.
He laughed, “Marcus, we were all tired because you suggested we all jerk off together,” he laughed harder.
“I didn’t say ‘together’, all I said was that we all needed to nut before bed so we would be able to sleep and be fresh for the game,” I corrected.
“I don’t remember it that way,” he took a sip of his vodka and Sunny-D. “I remember you and me in one bed, Shorty and Brandon on the other bed going to town on our dicks,” he laughed.
“Yeah, because you and Brandon both said you couldn’t do it in the bathroom, that you had to lay down and stretch out,” I reminded him.
“Oh shit, do you remember Brandon’s little white boy dick,” he laughed.
I laughed, “I didn’t look.”
“You didn’t look?” he frowned at me.
“Fuck no, I’m not trying to see that,” I took a sip of my drink. “You looked?”
“Of course I looked, I memorized all y’alls dicks,” he laughed.
“Why?” I scowled.
“Why not, what’s the big deal? You guys were my boys, I know everything else about you, I should know about your dick too,” he said matter of factly.
I nodded as if that made sense. Then I started thinking about his dick. Truth is, I did look, and it was burned into my memory. Around 8”, uncut, thick vein going almost like a candy cane around his shaft. It was thicker than mine and curved up, unlike mine which is perfectly straight and cut.
“You thinking about my dick aren’t you?” He caught me staring at his shorts.
I laughed, “Naw, I was just thinking about poor Brandon, his little dick in a room with you and me, and Shorty’s big ole dick” I laughed.
“Oh so you did look,” he called me out.
“I mean, I glanced,” I corrected.
“Fucking Shorty,” he shook his head, “Like a baby’s arm holding an apple!” He laughed, then shouted, “Roll tide!”
I couldn’t help but laugh, “I swear that thing had a knee and muscles,” I joined in.
“You’re not doing bad either,” he took a sip of his drink.
I laughed, “Fuck you, bro.”
“I’m serious, you’re as big as me and I’m not small,” he grinned. “You should be proud.”
I felt myself getting hot, “well…thanks, I grew it myself,” I joked.
He laughed, hard, for a few minutes, I couldn’t help but laugh at him laughing.
“Bruh, that’s the stuff I miss, you’re so fucking funny,” he wiped tears from his eyes.
“Aww, you miss me,” I jest.
“I do though, you’re my boy,” his tone changed.
“I miss you too bro,” I finished my drink. Then walked over to my bed, kicked off my Jordan’s, and lay down.
“Am I sleeping on poindexters bed?” he asked.
“Not a chance, no, he’s such a dick, he’ll flip his shit if even the blanket gets touched,” I shrugged.
“Really?” He stood up with mischief in his eyes and slowly walked over to my roommate's bed.
“Whatever you’re thinking, you better not,” I laughed.
He looked over his shoulder at me and grinned. He got on the bed, grabbed the pillow, and started to hump it, “Roll tide!” he laughed.
I couldn’t help but laugh, “Roll tide!
He took it a step further, pulling his draws down, his soft dick and balls flopped out and he started rubbing the pillow all over, “Roll tide mother fucker!
I laughed even harder, “Roll tide haha!”
He put the pillow back, his floppy monster and balls dangling over the top of his shorts, he turned to me, “You tell the prick to think of me next time he sleeps here hahaha.”
“Yo, put that thing away. You can take the floor or cuddle with me like old times,” I offered.
“Take the floor? Fuck that,” he stood up from the bed, clearly drunk, stretched, rubbing his abs and then down his dick, and tucked it back into his green and white plaid boxers, dramatically adjusting himself. I tried to not stare, but my reaction time was a tad slow. I don’t think he noticed though. He pulled his shirt off, folding it nicely and placing it on my desk, and then he slipped his shorts off.
“We sleeping draws on or…” He started to say, his fingers in the waistband of his boxers.
“On,” I cut him off, and laughed.
“Oh, it’s like that huh?” he joked.
I laughed, sat up, and quickly pulled my shirt off and tossed it on top of a pile of clothes in the corner of the room. Then I slid my shorts off and set them on the dresser. Feeling a little exposed I got under the covers. Trav turned off the lamp on the desk and then tumbled into the bed. Not sure if he was that drunk or joking around, but then he pretended to hump me like an animal and we both had a good laugh, even though I definitely felt the weight of his dick during the play.
I pushed him off me and he lay on the inside against the wall. The bed definitely felt smaller now. The radio was still on, low, but you could definitely hear Usher’s “Nice and Slow” playing. Trav got under the covers, put his arm around me and I tried to play like I was already asleep. It was surprisingly comfortable, relaxing even, to have him cuddle me like that. At least until I felt his dick flop onto my ass, the only thing between my ass and his dick was two thin layers of cheap boxers.
My heart started pounding. He held me tighter.
“Marcus, I can feel your heartbeat,” he whispered.
I didn’t know why, I was feeling nervous, maybe it’s the weed?
“Mine is too,” he whispered again.
I rolled flat on my back and turned my head towards his. Even in the dark, I could make out the features of his smooth face, his eyes twinkled in the light coming from outside the window.
“But why?” I asked, barely audible, kinda drunk.
“You know why,” he whispered. Then he sat up on one elbow, looking down at me, with an honesty and vulnerability in his eyes I had never seen before. It made my heart race even more. That’s when everything changed, he leaned in and kissed me.
My first instinct was to punch him, but dang he was a good kisser. This was the most passionate kiss I had ever had, and it was Travis, a guy, and I wasn’t grossed out?
He rolled on top of me, not breaking the kiss. He was grinding his boxer-clad cock into mine. Fuck, he was hard? So was I? What is happening? He used his knees to spread my legs and I let him. His big tongue was exploring mine now, holy shit this was intense. I rubbed the back of his head, feeling his muscular shoulders, so different from any women I kissed, so…hot. I let out a moan by accident and he smiled while kissing me. Scooting up tighter between my legs, he reached into my boxers and pulled my dick out through the hole, started stroking me. I moaned even more.
Wrapping my arms around him to feel his muscular body, I felt this rush of horniness I had never experienced before. Holy shit, this is amazing, his big strong hands strokin me felt so good, I wasn’t gonna last long.
“Oh shit Trav,” I moaned, breaking our kiss.
He sat upright on his heels and fished his cock out of his boxers, thumping it on my dick. Not saying a word, just quietly stroking our dicks together.
“Mmm, dang, bro,” I kept moaning, feeling up his tight abs up to his chiseled pecs. This got a moan out of him.
“Fuck bro,” he humped into me, still stroking our dicks.
He reached his arms under my legs, lifting the lower half of my body off the bed, and yanked my boxers off with little effort, tossing them up by my head. I felt his dick rub along my crack, for the first time in my life someone played with my ass and it was intense. We both moaned.
My legs were now firmly placed on his tight traps, he let go of my cock and griped his, thumping it on my ass. I heard him spit on his dick and then rub it up and down my crack.
The realization of what was happening settled in, slower than I would’ve expected with how gay the scene was. “Bruh, what are you doing?” I asked.
“Bruh, you been wanting my dick a long time,” he said in a low, deep voice.
“I don’t know about that,” I laughed.
“It’s obvious, it’s cool man, let me get in there,” he kept sliding up and down my crack, adding more spit.
“What’s obvious?” I was a little shook.
“You play for the other team,” his cock found my hole and he tried to push.
Instinctively I clenched and used my legs to push him off me, “Oh fuck no, bro.”
He came right back, pinning my legs to my chest, then kissed me deep, we both moaned. “Come on bruh, you gonna give up this ass to me like you do them other brothas?” he humped into me.
“Bruh, nah, it ain’t like that, what are you playin' at?” I broke our kiss.
He kissed my neck, my heart was beating fast, I was so confused, almost angry, but also fuck this felt good, Trav kissing my neck felt good, his body felt good, his dick rubbing on me felt good.
“You going to hold out on me?” He kissed me again.
“Ungh, I didn’t say that,” I wrapped my arms around him, fuck I think I want this to happen.
“Then stop holding out on me, let me in that ass” he kept humping me, the length of his dick sliding up and down my crack, teasing me in places I didn’t know I could feel pleasure from.
“Bro, I…I ain’t never done this, with a dude I mean,” I made him look at me to make sure he understood what I was sayin.
His eyes twinkled, and he flashed me the smile I had seen him use on many women over the years, “I’m your first?”
I nodded ‘yes’.
“Shit Marcus, I’m gonna treat you right, you’re my boy,” he kissed me again.
I didn’t know what to expect but, in this moment, I was gay for Travis and he was for me. He leaned over, opening my desk drawer closest to us. He dug around for a second.
“What are you looking for?” I asked, my hands sliding down his body to his hips, memorizing the feeling of each muscle and divot in his torso, landing on his boxers, then sliding into the back of his boxers to feel his well-defined ass.
“I knew you had lube,” he smiled, pulling a tube from the drawer.
I felt a little embarrassed by this, even though I was bare-ass naked under him, moaning like a girl in heat every time his dick slid across my hole.
I heard the cap click open and felt him squirt some on my hole, he smeared it a little and then pushed a finger in. I winced and my breath caught in my throat. This did not feel good.
“Just relax dude, trust me, it’s gonna feel good in a little bit,” he pushed his finger in to the knuckle.
“Ahh, shit dude,” I clenhed.
“Bro you’re tight,” he chuckled, “you gotta relax,” he told me, wiggling his finger inside me.
After the initial shock, it didn’t hurt as much as it felt weird, so I just let it continue. It was the second finger that really stung.
“Fuck, bruh, no, that’s too much,” I groaned and wriggled on the mattress under him.
“Marcus, I got you, you need to trust me and relax,” he leaned in to kiss me, both fingers now buried deep inside my virgin hole.
We kissed for a few minutes as he tried to loosen my hole.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked, as he pulled his fingers out and started stroking his dick with with some lube.
“Do I need one?” He asked, rubbing the head on my hole.
“I…we should,” I told him.
“Bro,” he grinned, that same sexy smile, “I want to feel you, I know you want to feel me,” he teased my hole a little more, the head of his dick putting pressure on my sphincter.
I let out a moan, “Trav,” I felt his abs down to his tight waist again.
“I won’t nut in you,” he cut me off, putting a little more pressure on my hole.
“Ungh,” my hand jumped up to his chest to push him back, the pressure starting to sting more than it felt good.
“Even if I do, I can’t get you pregnant,” he grinned, pushing again.
“Ahh, shit, wait, fuck dude,” I pushed him back.
“Just relax and let me in, it always stings the first few minutes” he leaned in and kissed me deep.
Damn, he was a good kisser, the passion in his kisses helped me relax enough to get the head of his dick into my hole, but fuck it stung.
“Yeah, that’s it Marcus, let my big dick in,” he kissed me then pushed gently, “we been needing this for years,” he whispered.
I clenched my teeth, “shit man, wait, nah, it’s too big, I…I can’t, ugh…you’re too big,” I couldn’t believe anyone could take a dick like this and that anyone would enjoy this.
He pulled out, “It’s ok, I got you,” he quickly flipped me face down and his face dove straight between my cheeks. His tongue was licking my hole, I moaned instantly and uncontrollably.
“Oh fuck, that feels good,” I whispered into the mattress, arching my ass a little so he could get more access.
“Yeah, I knew you liked it, you just gotta relax and you’ll love taking my dick,” he said, then his tongue started pushing into my hole.
“Mmm, fuck,” I was loving this new sensation. The sting from before melted away.
He reached his arms under my thighs and up to my waist, pulling my ass tighter to his mouth, holding me in place so I didn’t wiggle away. I couldn’t help but relax, I literally felt my hole flex on his tongue. I involuntarily spread my legs wider, practically begging for more of this amazing feeling Trav was giving me.
“Fuck Trav, that feels so good,” I told him.
He grabbed my legs and flipped me back over onto my back, I had never been handled like this before and it was certainly adding to the intensity of this situation. Trav spread my legs wide and dove onto my dick, to my surprise, he was able to deep-throat my dick.
“Oh my God, bro you’re so good at that,” I moaned, using my hands to massage his head as he bobbed up and down.
It was in this moment that I realized, this is not his first time with another dude. I’ve had women gag on the first couple inches of my dick and he was taking the whole thing like a champ.
He dropped my dick from his throat and lift my legs up by the knee so he could stick his tongue back into my hole.
“Mmmm, yeah, that's…so good,” I moaned.
His tongue got deeper than before and the pleasure was too much to handle, but it was still just a tease, I needed more, oh man.
As if reading my mind he put my ass back down and slid up tight between my legs again, slowly stroking his hard dick. He wiped his face and put my legs back on his shoulders. I heard the cap from the lube again, this time he squirt it onto his cock and lined the battering ram up to my wet hole.
I tensed at the touch. Was I going to let this happen? Was I going to let Travis fuck me? With that thought he pushed the head in, the sting was a little less, but instantly there. I guess this was happening.
He reached his arms under my armpits and around to grab my shoulders, holding me tight as he pulled me onto his cock, an inch managing to get into my tight hole.
“Shit, ungh…” I groaned, my hand pushing on his abs to try and control his entry speed, my teeth clenching, my other hand making a fist just in case I needed it.
“Just relax Marc, you can do this, you want it…just relax and I promise you’ll love it,” he whispered in my ear, not relenting on my hole at all.
I groaned, “fuuuck,” I said through clenched teeth, this was excruciating but at the same time I couldn’t bring myself to stop it. I wanted Travis to pop my cherry, I wanted my ass to make him feel good. He let up the pressure for a little bit as I caught my breath. Then he leaned in to kiss me and pushed himself in a little deeper.
“Yeah, that’s it, let me in baby,” he kissed my neck and slid another inch in.
“Mmmm,” I heard myself moan at being called ‘baby’.
He kissed me some more and with a gentle shove I felt him bottom out as I let out a yelp into his mouth.
“Fuck, that’s it, I’m all the way inside you Marcus. Just enjoy it,” he kissed me gently but deep. He slowly circled his hips, not pulling out or pushing in, just making sure I felt his dick in me.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to relax, the sting was still there, but the new feeling of being full was definitely doing something to me. ‘I can’t believe my best friend is balls deep inside me right now,’ was the only thing running through my head. How did I get here? Should I stop this? He rocked his hips and his dick went just a little deeper, the pleasure was definitely starting to win, there was no way I was going to stop this now.
“Mmmm,” he moaned into my mouth. He rocked his hips some more, spreading my legs even wider than before, I felt his dick flex inside me. “Yeah, that ass feels real good,” he whispered.
I moaned, him giving me pleasure, but also knowing my ass was giving his dick pleasure made it all worth it. I tried to flex my ass on his dick as he rocked inside me. He took this as a sign and he slowly started to pull out a couple inches and then pushed them back in.
“Ungh, fuck,” I groaned, not quite ready to get fucked but this was happening.
Another thrust, a little deeper, and I moaned like a bitch.
“Yeah, take my dick, open up that hole for me Marcus,” he mumbled, pulling further out and pushing all the way back in.
“Mmm, fuck Trav,” I mutter under my breath.
He was starting to build a rhythm, in and out, slowly but certainly not slowing. Travis was loving this and I was loving giving my ass to him.
He kissed me again, pulling me tight into him with every thrust, “Oh my God Marc, why didn’t you give me this ass years ago, fuck you feel good.” He thrust deeper and faster now.
“I didn’t know you wanted it,” I kissed him, pulling him flat on top of me, my legs slipping down around his waist, I felt my toes curl behind him.
His tongue licked my ear and neck, “of course bro, I been wanting to nut in you for a long time,” he confessed, picking up the pace.
The pain was now gone, I was only feeling pleasure, more with each thrust. He was hitting something inside me and I couldn’t stand it, “fuck Trav, fuck this feels good,” I gave in to him as he pistoned my hole.
“I’m close,” he kissed my neck, fucking harder. “Where do you want it?”
“Huh?” I couldn’t think straight, certainly took a second to understand what ‘it’ was.
“I’m about to nut man, you want it in you?” He asked, an urgency in his voice I had never heard before.
“Ungh,” I was getting fucked now, my legs stretched so wide so he had ultimate access to my hole, the pleasure was so intense, and breathing was a struggle, I distinctly remember hearing Janet Jackson's "Go Deep" on the radio as I quickly decided if I wanted my boy to bust inside me.
“Bro, let me nut in you,” he started thrusting harder and deeper, kissing me harder and deeper.
I could feel his dick getting bigger inside me, definitely hitting deeper too.
“You want it?” he broke our kiss, looking into my eyes, pleading for the pleasure, thrusting harder.
I just nodded, “Uhuh”, and he kissed me, moaning into my mouth, “Mmm,” and he thrust hard and stopped, his dick twitching in my hole, his cum blasting deep inside me as he groaned. The pleasure, the euphoria, feeling him nut in me, I broke our kiss and moaned loud, holding him tight against me as I felt every muscle in his body tense, he slammed his dick hard into me again, still cumming, groaning in pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned and twitched inside me, pulling me onto his dick and grinding inside me until he completely collapsed, relaxing on me. “Shit…bruh…oh my God!” he spasmed on top of me, letting my legs drop to his ass now. He kissed my neck.
I just lay there, basking in his orgasm, catching my breath.
“Fuck, Marcus, that…that was amazing,” he groaned and slowly pulled out of me. I felt every inch and I swear it felt longer as he pulled out completely.
I put my arm behind my head, “fuck,” I mumbled.
He reached over and started stroking my dick, “your turn,” he leaned forward and took my dick in his mouth.
“Mmm,” I moaned, putting my free hand on the back of his head. My mind drifted to his dick deep inside me, knowing Travis just shot his load inside me, how good it felt to give myself to him. “Oh fuck, I’m about to bust,” I whispered. He kept sucking, moaning on my dick, really going to the root, I thrust up into his throat and without hesitation, I nut, completely emptied my balls in a few spurts and he swallowed every drop. “Fuck,” I twitched from the pleasure and went soft almost immediately.
Travis crawled up next to me and lay on his back, wiping his mouth dry. “Fuck.” He breathed a sigh of relief, “Roll tide,” he said exhausted.
“Roll tide,” I matched his tone and chuckled.
I turned my head towards him, he turned toward me, flashed that sexy smile, and then kissed me for a minute. I just lay there, unsure what to do now. I watched Travis tuck his dick back into his boxers. My boxers were somewhere, I reached around trying to find them, but they were under his head. I pulled them out and he laughed. I slipped them back on. I wasn’t sure of what to do now. If this was a girl, we would either cuddle or one of us would leave. But this was a guy, this was Travis, there was nowhere for either of us to go. I felt him put his arm around me.
‘Ok, I guess we’re cuddling’ I thought.
We both drift off to sleep hearing Brandy and Monica's "The Boy Is Mine" on the radio.
The next morning I woke, my body was sore, like I had a massive workout at the gym. The memory of the night before slowly crept in. I looked over to see Travis asleep, the lump in his boxers made my dick twitch. ‘How did last night happen?’ was all I could think. Does this make me gay?
I had a lot of questions, but one thing was for sure, I wanted to repeat last night.
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Brendan Gavin
So hot 🥵
