Tshepo Cameron Modisane and Thoba Calvin Sithole tied the knot in traditional Zulu and Tswana attires, in a ceremony which took place in the town of KwaDukuza, KwaZulu-Natal. The newly-married couple, who are both 27 and have been together for three years, made their vows in front of 200 guests.
No. way. Bad ass.
We nuzzle for a moment, trying to calm our racing hearts. His firm hand over my pectoral reassures me, yet I am surprised by how much I’m aroused by from held down by him. He’s my first boyfriend although I’m a senior in high school. I’ve never been nude or shown my cock to any one else before besides the doctor. My parents are out of town for the weekend, so it’s just him and I and a house to ourselves. It’s time. He dips his head and kisses me, sending a zap of electricity down to my toes. “Are you ready?” he murmurs.
I nod.
He straddles me and rests his body on top of me, still clothed. We rock together until we’re both erect and about to burst out of our pants. It doesn’t take long, it’s too exciting. When we’re both hard the shame of being nude slips away. I reach for the button of my jeans first.
“Mmn…no, why don’t you let me do that?” he offers, replacing my hands, “I want to see you first.”
I moan. I’m nearly certain I’m going to ejaculate early. It takes him but one minute to unzip my pants, tug aside my boxers and expose my cock to air. The second he wraps his trembling hand around my shaft, I come everywhere, little fireworks flashing in front of my eyes. I cover my face with my palms and groan in embarrassment. “Oh god, I’m so sorry…I’ve ruined this haven’t I?”
“No no… that’s normal. I can get it back."
"You can?”
“Mmmnnn…” he unzips his own pants and discards them with his underwear so he’s nude from the waist down. I can’t help but stare. He’s not as long as I am, but it’s a big thicker, and slightly curved. My heart races as he returns to his original position, laying on top of me. The second his flesh touches mine, the entire world goes upside down. I seize his arm as he grinds against me. I might just pass out it feels so good.
We’ve spent twenty minutes wrestling for the dominant role in our apartment and the fight is nearing its end. I had him pinned once but he quickly flipped me over – bastard is a lot stronger than he looks. I haven’t given up protesting that I can win this thing but he’s already moved me into position to breed me. He’s using his muscular thighs and pelvis to hold my legs open and leave me vulnerable to his cock, the tip of which is dripping its hot pre-cum onto my public hair and groin
He sees his chance and pounces on me, seizing my mouth with a kiss. This declares that he’s won the right to penetrate me. One hand of his traverses up my side and gives me full body shudders. I weakly protest my loss by pushing up on his bicep but he’s already frotting against me. Oh, who am I fooling? I’ve lost. I will have to submit to his cock and let him claim his prize, not just now, but whenever and where-ever he wants until another challenge is initiated or until one of us moves out.
We were set to start painting the base layer on the walls in our new home when Reese joked that we should just do it naked to avoid getting paint on our jeans. I was more keen on that idea than I thought I’d be. After we’d thrown our clothes over a chair in the other room, we both returned to the living room and stood there, staring hungrily at eachother’s nudes bodies.
“So uh…” Reese grinned at me, “You know, since there’s a dropcloth on this floor already…wanna bareback?”
Love.
I started the sophomore year of college single. I quickly noticed this jock lookin’ guy in my advanced chemistry class. He looked like a bruiser, with this captivating profile and sexy, solid build dotted with questionable tattoos. Very distracting. Pensive, focused. A couple weeks into classes, I was packing up when I heard him approach the teacher, “Doc, I’m sorry, this Lewis dot stuff this is not sticking.” I waited until Bruiser left the lecture hall then I followed him in step, asking if he needed a tutor. He said yes and looked visibly relieved.
So there we were, in my crowded little apartment, bent over a card table with papers everywhere. His name wasn’t actually Bruiser, it was Jules, but his family called him Judge because he was so serious-looking. Judge wanted to be a doctor, but that was a long way from a GED he got in juvie. I asked what he did, and he said set cars on fire when he was part of a gang. Maybe it was because I was a sheltered white STEM nerd, but that edge turned me on.
“Alright, so~ looking at your Lewis dot skeleton structure for H2S04, how many bonds do you have?”
“1..2… 6. There’s 6.”
“Good! So draw the lines for this example…” I was pressed up so close to him, I could smell the hint of aftershave behind his ear.
“See, Judge, not so hard. Now just take your electrons – what was the number you got earlier?
"32. Or 16 electron pairs.” Judge beamed.
I clapped him on the back, “Good!” I left my hand on his shoulder and squeezed.
“Now distribute those around the electronegative oxygens…” I introduced to him a secondary way to draw the potential structure, and we continued on with using formal charge calculations to determine which one was correct. Judge bent over his paper with his brow furrowed like a sharpei.
I tapped his math with my pencil eraser, “Look at your numbers. The central atom’s charge must be the same number as the over all charge, so which Lewis Structure is the correct one?”
“…The…the one on the …right?”
“You sure?”
He sat up, “Yes, it’s the one on the right.”
“Correct, to every last dot.” Watching the pride bloom on his face at that moment would be more rewarding than any A I would get in class that year.
“I GOT IT!” he hooted, “I got it!” In a fit of jubilation he grabbed my face and kissed me right on the lips.
I nearly fell off the chair as his huge hands engulfed my jaw and our mouths met in crushing capacity. Judge pulled back suddenly, as if suddenly aware of his actions. “I… woah sorry man, I just…I guess I was just so happy I could kiss you…” Judge chuckled nervously, “No homo.”
I fisted his white T-shirt, and drew him back to me. He nearly knocked the chair over standing up so he could press his weight down on me properly and kiss me slowly and thoroughly. My pulse pounded in my ear as my cock began to expand in my pants. Judge retracted again, breathing audibly, “Dude what was that?”
“I….” I swallowed, “I think it’s time to take a break from chemistry for a little anatomy lesson.” I stood up myself, and without asking his permission, dragged him over to the couch.
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This is for gay-college-science because they hinted for a gay college science story in one of my reblogs. You got your wish, even though it took me an hour to figure out this S2S04 stuff.