This guy was adorable. He is one of the most effeminate guys I have ever fucked; I met him while in my first year at college and was immediately struck by his stunning beauty. He was delicate in bone structure, super thin, about as tall as I am, had dark hair, piercingly beautiful light-grey eyes, and absolutely perfect teeth. His skin was flawless and smooth, with hair on his head but nowhere else: he daily used depilatory cream on his arm pits, crotch, ball sack, and legs. He used fingernail polish (often clear, but sometimes pink or red) and wore lacy women’s panties under his jeans, which might have been a turn-off had he not had a massive cock that filled and stretched them to the extreme! Never had I ever seen or played with such a huge dick on a guy; given that Danny's frame was so skinny that was a definite turn-on … a body that is super thin, long and lean, and yet with a massive, thick, beautiful cock is wonderful. His cock was about 9.5 inches long (we measured it one day just to make sure), and proportionally thick. I would sometimes hold onto it with both hands during sex like a pommel horn, using it to control his pacing. Other times I would let it hang in front of me, bobbing up-and-down and back-and-forth, tempting me to suck it … which I would sometimes do for him even though it was very difficult for me to do it justice. I could only get a third of it into my mouth, even though I tried many times. But that didn’t seem to matter too much to Danny … he was very anal, wanted to be fucked, and preferred to cum either hand’s free (just from being fucked) or with only a pump or two of his huge cock. To my disappointment, both then and now, he never wanted to put it in me, even though I offered on multiple occasions to let him fuck me – he was a total bottom.
We met in first-year Russian class; he was a third-generation Russian descendant of immigrants from Vladivostok and had some Russian language ability from having grown up around his grandparents and speaking it at home. We studied together, quickly became good friends, then became sexually active with each other; all that led to our re-arranging dorm assignments so that we could room together, study together, and “sleep” together. Try as I might, I’ve had trouble differentiating the details of our very first sexual encounter from all the other times he and I had sex during that wonderful first year in college. That having been said, I think I remember how it all started. It must have been during the second week of classes: we had just learned the basics of verb conjugation, and that comes in lesson 4 in the First Year Russian Textbook by Alek Klerk. I was horny for Danny from the first moment I saw him, and apparently the attraction had been mutual because we gravitated toward each other in the classroom and, after our first class, went to lunch together. By our second Russian class we had already tentatively kissed each other, and by the end of the first week I had explored his sexy body through his clothing, and he had groped the muscles in my arms and chest through my shirt, so I was pretty sure where this was heading.
I think our first-time having sex happened while we were in his dorm room, working on verb conjugations, and he taught me the Russian word for “fuck” (“yebats.”), which wasn’t in our class vocabulary but he had learned in his home from his granddad, who used it all the time. Since it was a regular verb, it made for easy conjugation. We had worked from the infinitive to the present, the simple past, the future, and all the way to the future subjunctive interrogatory. We were then using it in sentences when, with a look of timid uncertainty on his face, he said to me (in Russian) “I would like you to fuck me.” I puzzled out what he had said to me, then laughed and tried to reply: “I would like to fuck you, too.” Looking back on it now, I realize I had gotten it slightly wrong, but Danny didn’t notice. Instead, he sat his textbook down, stood, came over to me, and straddled my lap. He put his hands behind me, then reached down and pulled my shirt up and over my head. He then took off his own shirt and pushed me back onto his bed while he snuggled down against me and began kissing my neck and my chest. From that point, my memories blur somewhat, but I’m certain I fucked him.
I do remember being surprised that he claimed to be a virgin: while he had made out with a couple of guys prior to me, he told me that he had never before had sex with anyone. He admitted to having used dildos and other toys in his butt, but he persisted in claiming that I was the first guy to ever fuck his ass. I still find that hard to believe; given how unbelievably gorgeous he was, how desirable was his body, how enormous was his penis, how good he was at sex, this was simply incredible. By that time in my life I had had a great deal of sex with five different guys, and none had found my very thick 7.5 inch cock as easy to take in his chute on the first dunk. Danny was never nervous or scared, nor did he ever express discomfort while being fucked … from the first “plunge,” he put a great deal of enthusiasm into sex with me. He loved to ride my cock, leaning forward with his hands on my chest and grinding his hips down to my waist. He would rise up/forward on his knees, which resulted in my cock almost sliding out of his ass, then he would slam himself back down – hard – and rock back and forth to try and get every single fraction of an inch into his chute. I remember hoping that my cock would bottom out against the back of his rectum and that I would be able to fuck his second hole, but that didn’t happen while he road me … the angle must not have been right. He could ride me for a very long time, all the while rubbing his massive tube-steak against my furry stomach. When he would grow tired of that position, he would lean back and grab his ankles while continuing to ride my cock. His dick would swing back-and-forth in front of me, bobbing up-and-down with each thrust, and pre-cum would flow out of it every time my cock would rub against his prostate and he would moan. I didn’t have to do anything but sit back, feast on his gorgeous body with my eyes, and run my hands all over him as he continued to ride me. I didn’t have to try to cum at all … even if I’d already cum that day, he could always pull it out of me with the greatest of ease. Of course, I was only 18 … “young, hung, and full of cum” … so of course it was easy to orgasm with such a sexy, slutty guy riding my cock. When I would reach that wonderful point of no-return and begin to nut way up inside his ass, Danny would ease himself up until my shaft was about half-way inside him and still pulsing; he would then have me jack his cock just once, and as he spurted a thick wad of milky-white jiz all over my chest he would slam his ass down to the root of my cock again and allow me to finish flushing his rectum with my seed. Wow, he was good!
When I would fuck him on his back, with his legs up over my shoulders, he would lay with his arms above his head or behind it, and passively let me “have my way with him.” Those sessions could go very long, with me sweating buckets from the effort but enjoying every moment of it. I would put my hands down on his chest, pressing him into the mattress while gripping his flat pecs and armpits (which always turned him on) and tapping his nipples with my thumbs while I fucked him; when I did that, especially, I remember how much I enjoyed the expressions of total ecstasy on his face as I repeatedly fucked deeply into him. With Danny in the missionary position, his legs over my shoulders, the angle was just right and my cock was just long enough that I could hit the back of his rectum. I tried several times to stretch as deeply in him as I could to breach his rectosigmoid junction, but to my frustration I never managed it ... his rectum was just too deep. Still, every time I “hit bottom” he would get this look of fire in his eyes and he would moan loudly. I would turn him onto his side, straddling one leg with the other still up and over my shoulder; kneeling straight up like this, I could gaze down at my cock sliding in and out of his hole – a sight that would fuel my lust and take me to the very edge of cumming. Since we frequently fucked with the lights on, and since I tend to be very visual, I usually allowed my gaze to explore his body in detail while I fucked him. I was amazed at how gorgeous Danny was – pretty enough to have any man he wanted, gay or straight – and yet, the man he wanted was me! That was a huge boost to my ego. And, yes, I had been lucky in that respect: up until that time in my life the guys whom I desired had mostly desired me, and they were usually very handsome, sexy, and often quite slutty. They also looked incredible while being fucked. This was definitely the case with Danny; he would toss his head from side to side as I would pump in and out of his ass. He would mutter sweet nothings, whimper and moan, gaze at me with lust in his expressions while I fucked him, reach up and caress my body, running his fingers through the fur on my chest, encourage me, and even when passive he would move with me.
Danny was a lusty guy, a really hot little trick, and I desired his body mightily. I was fond of him, and he was fond of me, but I don’t think either of us actually “loved” the other. Danny was good company, both in and out of bed, and I enjoyed my time with him and he with me. Sadly, he moved to a different college after our first year and I never saw him again. Now, 35 years later, I don't even remember his last name.
