A true story, one of my very early encounters.
I was a 19-year-old undergraduate at a central London university, staying at a student hall of residence. I was an out and proud young gay man of Mediterranean derivation. Not bad looking, never had any problems meeting boyfriends.
Chris was 20, a member of the college Athletics Union, always in the gym, on the football and rugby team, and dating a beautiful woman student in a semi-serious relationship. About the same height as me, 6'2'', blue-eyed, dark blond semi-curly hair, a good V-shaped body, very slightly hairy, with strong, powerful arms and legs.
There was a college charity fund-raiser, arranged by one of the women's group. I attended with most of the gay society. It was great fun with lots of drinking and all sorts of fund-raising activities, including an 'auction' organised by some of the men in the Athletics Union. We were invited to bid for things like a lap dance or a striptease and that sort of thing. I won the bid to spend a minute kissing/licking the nipples of one of the fellows. Chris' name was pulled out of a hat. He sat on my lap, spreading his legs with one either side of me, he was already dressed in just a pair of tight shorts, and I got my money's worth with a few kisses/licks on both of his large protruding nipples. It was all over in an instant, great fun and rather embarrassing after the event.
I would see Chris around the college, particularly in the bars, we would say 'hello'. A week or so later, knock on my door and there was Chris. Surprised to see him, I said 'hello', he asked to come in for a coffee and immediately said that he felt that I did not get my 'money's worth' at the fund-raising auction and that I should play some more with his nipples.
I laughed and laughed, convinced that I was being mess around with by other members of the college's gay fraternity. A student joke, and nothing more or less. I told Chris exactly that and made 2 coffees, drinking them whilst exchanging college gossip. After an hour or so, he left. By this time, I was all horned up, relieving myself at the prospect of just how much I would love to play with him if he was serious.
Then, 3 or 4 nights later, knock on the door and there he was, asking if he could come in for a coffee, and inquiring if I had found out from my gay friends whether they had persuaded him to play some sort of prank on me. We had the coffee, we had some brandy which I kept in my room, he removed his shirt and lay down on my bed and invited me to join him. I told him to get up, and that if he was serious, to take off all his clothes. He hesitated for a few seconds before removing his jeans and his boxers.
Told him to get up on my bed on all fours, with his legs spread apart. A total beauty, firm strong bubble-butt with a blond peachy fuzz and amazing, muscular 'thunder thighs. I spread his cheeks apart to reveal his tight pink hole, running a finger along the crack, before stroking his thighs and balls. Great cock, very thick, about 7 inches, a joy to play with for a few seconds, before I told him to put his underwear back on.
I remained fully dressed. Sitting on a chair, I told him to sit on my lap, with one leg either side of me. I went to work on those nipples, first of all kisses, and then short, gentle bites. Chris was loving it, thanking me all the time. He pressed my head against one of his nipples, asking me to bite a lot harder. I slapped him across his face, just the once, quite hard and told him to put his hands on his head and to keep them there, whilst I carried on for a short while longer. Listening to his delightful little ecstatic moans of pleasure was a total joy.
I told him to stand in front of me, to put his hand into his boxers and to jerk his impressive tool until he came. It did not take him long, and he carried on thanking me. His tool exploded, those boxers of his were soaked through, I asked for them, told him to get on his knees in front of me, and put the boxers over his head, and to clasp his hands behind his back. It was great, he was doing exactly as he was told.
I stood up over him, unzipped my jeans and fired my cum onto his boxers. He went to remove them and that earned himself another hard slap across his face. 'Keep your hands' behind your back. I then gently removed his boxers from his head and rubbed them into his pretty face, before stuffing them into his mouth. He hated that and started to be quite abusive, but that just earned him another slap. Made him keep those boxers in his mouth, whilst I went to make more coffee. Told him if he wanted to visit me again, to buy himself some nipple clamps and a small wooden paddle.
Chris continued to see his girlfriend. I continued to see him at least once every 2 or 3 weeks.
I was a 19-year-old undergraduate at a central London university, staying at a student hall of residence. I was an out and proud young gay man of Mediterranean derivation. Not bad looking, never had any problems meeting boyfriends.
Chris was 20, a member of the college Athletics Union, always in the gym, on the football and rugby team, and dating a beautiful woman student in a semi-serious relationship. About the same height as me, 6'2'', blue-eyed, dark blond semi-curly hair, a good V-shaped body, very slightly hairy, with strong, powerful arms and legs.
There was a college charity fund-raiser, arranged by one of the women's group. I attended with most of the gay society. It was great fun with lots of drinking and all sorts of fund-raising activities, including an 'auction' organised by some of the men in the Athletics Union. We were invited to bid for things like a lap dance or a striptease and that sort of thing. I won the bid to spend a minute kissing/licking the nipples of one of the fellows. Chris' name was pulled out of a hat. He sat on my lap, spreading his legs with one either side of me, he was already dressed in just a pair of tight shorts, and I got my money's worth with a few kisses/licks on both of his large protruding nipples. It was all over in an instant, great fun and rather embarrassing after the event.
I would see Chris around the college, particularly in the bars, we would say 'hello'. A week or so later, knock on my door and there was Chris. Surprised to see him, I said 'hello', he asked to come in for a coffee and immediately said that he felt that I did not get my 'money's worth' at the fund-raising auction and that I should play some more with his nipples.
I laughed and laughed, convinced that I was being mess around with by other members of the college's gay fraternity. A student joke, and nothing more or less. I told Chris exactly that and made 2 coffees, drinking them whilst exchanging college gossip. After an hour or so, he left. By this time, I was all horned up, relieving myself at the prospect of just how much I would love to play with him if he was serious.
Then, 3 or 4 nights later, knock on the door and there he was, asking if he could come in for a coffee, and inquiring if I had found out from my gay friends whether they had persuaded him to play some sort of prank on me. We had the coffee, we had some brandy which I kept in my room, he removed his shirt and lay down on my bed and invited me to join him. I told him to get up, and that if he was serious, to take off all his clothes. He hesitated for a few seconds before removing his jeans and his boxers.
Told him to get up on my bed on all fours, with his legs spread apart. A total beauty, firm strong bubble-butt with a blond peachy fuzz and amazing, muscular 'thunder thighs. I spread his cheeks apart to reveal his tight pink hole, running a finger along the crack, before stroking his thighs and balls. Great cock, very thick, about 7 inches, a joy to play with for a few seconds, before I told him to put his underwear back on.
I remained fully dressed. Sitting on a chair, I told him to sit on my lap, with one leg either side of me. I went to work on those nipples, first of all kisses, and then short, gentle bites. Chris was loving it, thanking me all the time. He pressed my head against one of his nipples, asking me to bite a lot harder. I slapped him across his face, just the once, quite hard and told him to put his hands on his head and to keep them there, whilst I carried on for a short while longer. Listening to his delightful little ecstatic moans of pleasure was a total joy.
I told him to stand in front of me, to put his hand into his boxers and to jerk his impressive tool until he came. It did not take him long, and he carried on thanking me. His tool exploded, those boxers of his were soaked through, I asked for them, told him to get on his knees in front of me, and put the boxers over his head, and to clasp his hands behind his back. It was great, he was doing exactly as he was told.
I stood up over him, unzipped my jeans and fired my cum onto his boxers. He went to remove them and that earned himself another hard slap across his face. 'Keep your hands' behind your back. I then gently removed his boxers from his head and rubbed them into his pretty face, before stuffing them into his mouth. He hated that and started to be quite abusive, but that just earned him another slap. Made him keep those boxers in his mouth, whilst I went to make more coffee. Told him if he wanted to visit me again, to buy himself some nipple clamps and a small wooden paddle.
Chris continued to see his girlfriend. I continued to see him at least once every 2 or 3 weeks.
