Redhead by HrtOfGld
Date: May 19, 2022

I rubbed more sun block on the young male body beside me, the murmur of pleasure from him increasing as I moved down his back to his ass and then down his muscled legs. He burnt badly without multiple applications of the sun block but, as he'd say to me, time with me was always worth a little discomfort. "Besides," he'd say, grinning, "I get your hands all over me this way as often as I want!" I smiled then and now, enjoying the spray of freckles across his shoulders and sprinkled across his butt. I recalled the first day that Marv had arrived on the scene and, even more happily, decided he was in love with me...

In the little hick town where we'd grown up, there were four grade schools, two junior highs and one high school in the public system, while the 'Catholic' system ran two schools, one pre teenager and one junior/senior high. The other system was far less populated than the public one, so most of us kids had managed to get to know each other by our middle year in junior high and had formed our friendships from then through high school into college. Indeed, many of us had organized ourselves into college bound groups, ensuring that we'd all know somebody in college. So it was very rare not to know anybody from our town unless they'd somehow gone through the entire Catholic system of education.

I first saw Marv at Northwestern, tall, reasonably well muscled and with that one characteristic I'd so rarely seen in guys, strawberry red hair. He wore glasses and, although his muscles belied it, he looked a bit bookish to me. Imagine my surprise when I discovered he was in the same dorm as me, and even more shocking was that I discovered this by actually seeing him in the dorm shower!

I was already nineteen and soon to be twenty, so I had already been around the block a few times with guys, not to mention that, while not sports minded, I kept my body muscled by trips to the weights at the gym. My natural good looks helped too, so I had the body confidence to be naked around other guys, it was just that at this time in my life "Mr. Happy" really liked to put himself forward, so to speak, when he saw something he liked. When he took control I could only stand and stare as I was at this guy who had attributes I'd not seen in many encounters with real and paper men.

The first thing my mind registered was that without his glasses, he was drop dead gorgeous, although he wasn't bad looking with them. His shoulders were wide enough, his pecs full enough and his waist narrow enough to look very well built and his arms and legs were just pumped enough to carry the rest of the look along. He was also completely hairless except for under his arms and the bush around his cock, which also shocked me, for it was the first uncut one I'd ever seen.

It hung about four inches down atop a good pair of balls, the skin at the tip hanging perhaps another half inch lower and, for being soft, was a decent girth already. The guy turned and rinsed off his front, giving me a good back view of his body and the hard mounds of his smooth buttocks. He bent forward briefly to rinse his toes and this opened his cheeks a bit to show me that he was hairless there too except for a little trail that ran from his asshole down between his legs that ended under his ball sack. He did have a lot of freckles, but they somehow looked very sexy on him. Mr. Happy, of course was already mostly hard and as I registered this fact with my 'big head,' the guy turned around, blinked some water out of his eyes and saw me.

'Oh, shit,' I thought, he's seen my obvious interest. To my delight, he actually smiled and, reaching down to soap up his cock and balls (a delight to watch in itself) he said, "Might as well come on in, the water's fine." I laughed at that, the sexual spell lifting a bit so I could move and came in to start my own shower. Oddly, we were both sporting hard ons, but somehow we were comfortable enough that this didn't seem to stop us from chatting away about ourselves in an attempt to get to know each other.

Marvin, 'Marv' as he preferred to be called, turned out to have gone to the Catholic schools in my town, which explained why I'd not seen him before and had just started at Northwestern himself. It turned out he had his room also on the same floor as I did, and we both had found our roommates less than appealing. It was still early in the semester and we'd both been told to talk with the RA on the floor if we wanted to switch roommates, and so we decided on the spur of that wet moment to see if we could switch room so that we'd try out being roommates. After we dried off and got ourselves dressed, we did just that and, a day later, we had moved in together...

...then, as now, the sex has been everything I wanted and more. That first evening we got to know each other's bodies intimately, hands and tongues stroking, fondling and probing every inch until we were so hot for each other we literally shot simultaneously without touching our cocks. It took us by surprise then, however I guess it still makes sense, for what made it so special was our slow understanding that we'd each found the right guy. Even now that same simultaneous orgasm occurs and it has the same magic surrounding it.

Marv got up and yawned, smiling at me with his emerald green eyes. "I think I'm baked enough, let's go inside and clean up, ok?" I nodded and we gathered up our towels and bags to head up the beach to go on home. When we got there and the door closed, Marv peeled off the Speedo he wore and indicated I should do the same. "Care to relive a bit of our past, Mike?" He led me towards the bathroom after I'd stripped and pulled me into the shower. It was just like we'd been transported back in time as the water began flowing and I watched his body, a bit more mature now than back then, but still as sexy under the water. Mr. Happy certainly thought so, and Marv laughed at my instant attention. His laughter was short lived, for I silenced him in the time honored fashion of clamping my mouth to his and, while one hand reached between us to grasp our cocks together, my other slipped around him to press against his hot, throbbing asshole.

Panting, I pulled away, his own breath suddenly ragged as his hormones kicked in. "So, laughing boy, you ready for your punishment?" He nodded and I released his cock as he turned around to present his bubbled buttocks to me. He bent slightly forward, the water running down his back now to split slightly at his mounds and stream over them. I grasped the handy bottle of lube (after our first week in the house we discovered having bottles everywhere was a good thing) and, after preparing my cock well, pressed the tip against his asshole. "Relax, love, here I come."

His rosebud widened slightly, my cue that he was ready, and I entered him slowly, carefully, my hands stroking his chest and occasionally coming down to stroke his softening cock. We'd discovered that, while my cock would stay rock hard while he fucked me, his softened down to about a quarter hard, enough to give him some length and girth and provide a good orgasm. A good handle as well, I thought as I held his organ briefly, his little gasp telling me that his exposed corona was highly sensitized. I pushed deeper into him and soon found his prostate, the little hop his cock made in my hand like yelling 'Bingo!'

As I built up to a good fucking rhythm, my hands wandered around the front of his sexy body, squeezing the hard mounds of freckled pecs and pulling on the hard nubs of his nipples, two things that made his cock hop again in delight. He also liked to have his flat belly and muscled thighs stroked during sex and when my hands found these areas he groaned happily. Soon it was time and I clamped one arm around his middle hugging us tight while my other arm reached around to jack his softened cock, now wriggling like a live fish in my hands. I felt his orgasm hit and that set my own off, the magical burst like before in college and his gasp telling me it was the same for him. When the moment passed and we'd caught our breath, I pulled out of him and we soaped each other up, just lightly playing with each other's cock and balls to keep the light pleasure haze alive as we rinsed off and then dried each other's body.

We headed into the coolness and privacy of the back porch, relaxing side by side on the wicker outdoor couch, wearing only the towels around our waists. We'd both graduated and found jobs luckily in the same area, so we'd pooled our funds and bought this house, itself an achievement for the two of us. The jobs left us plenty of days of free time for going to the beach or staying in for fucking, which, by the look on Marv's face, was that time again as his towel parted and his cock peeped out, its head slowly emerging from within its skin...