College gay men first time

[AdamFin]

I am nineteen. I arrived on campus intent on many things. My hard dick throbbed in my jeans.

My chest heaved as if I was about to have sex right then when I typed the words...”I’m 19 gay looking for a man to be my virginator.”

In thirty seconds Mike’s response popped up. I was expecting to find an experienced guy...but Mike was just like me.

We showed our faces to each other and we knew this would be.

Mike and I both were in double freshman rooms.

I invited Mike to my room at 3:30. My roommate Evan had a class at that time so the room should be all clear until at least 5pm.

It was about 2:30 pm now. The door opened. I looked up from my phone having just made the plans.

My roommate Evan was back from the showers. He hung his towel and while bare-ass naked fumbled around his basket of clean clothes to come up with a pair of wrinkled boxers which he pulled on. His ample uncut cock disappeared from view. And his tight bubble ass was draped.

“What are you looking at,” Evan joked. I was indeed watching him.

We’d shared this room for two weeks and as both athletes — him on the college soccer team now and me a former Lax player before college doing intramurals now — we changed in front of each other uninhibited from day one.

“I need to tell you something,” I gulped. “But I did not want to break your concentration fumbling through your clothes...although it would be easier to find underwear if you put your laundry in the fucking dresser.” He laughed as this was not the first time I good naturedly complained about his messiness.

Evan pulled a loose white T shirt over his smooth muscular chest.

“Are you going to class?” I asked.

He smiled as he pulled on shorts and slipped barefoot into his Nike sandals.

“It’s not a class, it’s practice and that I can’t skip,” he said. “I can’t even be late.”

“So you took a shower BEFORE practice?” I asked. I have no idea what compels me to ask him certain questions but he always answers.

“Well...I had business to tend to that I can’t do in an open shower bay,” he said with a smile. His straightforward honesty was legendary.

Evan never asked me questions. If he had, he’d know more by now.

“So I gotta go, what did you want to tell me.” He put his backpack strap over one shoulder and pocketed his keys and stood there oddly waiting on me to say something.

“Yesterday you banished me from the room for a couple hours,” I reminded him.

He smiled broadly.

“I’m having someone over in a few minutes, and he and I are going to make sure you are elsewhere,” I said.

Evan’s expression changed to confusion. “You have two chicks coming too,” he asked.

“No,” I said.

“One chick,” he rejoined.

“No,” I said.

“YOU are gay!” he said.

“Yes,” I said.

“I never would have guessed that,” he said. Evan sat down on his bed directly opposite me. His gumption to get going was gone. He put his backpack on the floor.

“You know I am not gay, right,” he said. I laughed.

“Yes,” I said.

“Does this change anything,” he offered more as a question to himself.

“Are you attracted to me?” he asked.

“Dude, no lie I think you are hot but as my roommate I view you like a brother,” I said. Unspoken I modified my description to “dumb ass brother”.

“Jesus, you’re gay and view me as a brother — two hits.” His smile returned.

“View you like—“ I said.

“The brother thing works for me,” he interrupted. He stood up.

“Okay, well, I have to go to practice. Any other news?,” he asked.

“Nope,” I said. “Don’t be back before 5:30...”

What happened next truly surprised me. He opened the door to leave and instead closed it, turned back, and walked over to me. He looked me in the eyes. His dark brown eyes peered into my own. There was no fear in his quick gaze, no reservation, no judgment, nothing but simple acceptance. He said nothing. He embraced me quickly, slapped my back uncomfortably hard and gave my chest a parting shove. It was the type of quick emotional interaction you’d have on the field after you scored a go-ahead goal.

He left. I felt bad I had mentally labeled him “dumb ass” brother, as he had just told me in a way impossible to misinterpret that he’s on my team.

He was the first person I knew I told. I opened the window and looked down at people walking about, coming and going. I lowered the blinds.

I stripped naked, my cock raging hard, put a towel around my waist expertly positioning the towel fold so my boner woukd not be evident and headed down the hall to take a quick shower. The showers were double stalls and private so there was no need to discourage my cock, not that I could even if I wished to.

 

[Nakedinpa]

Promising start. I look forward to the next chapters.

 

[AdamFin]

Walking to the showers I passed by several open doors. This dorm housed men and women on alternating floors. I knew all these guys — at least their names — enough to say “hi” if I walked past them anywhere on campus.

Idle conversations mixed with music and rays of light mixed and ebbed as I made my way to the cavernous bath room.

Jason was the only other person in there. He had just finished shaving and he took off his towel to dry his face revealing himself naked to me.

“Hi,” I said as I walked past him. Jason faced me as he refitted his towel as a loin covering.

“Tonight John and I are going to be in the east lounge if we snag the TV to watch the Seahawks, stop by,” he said.

“Thanks man,” I said. “I gotta test I have to hunker down for. I’ll swing by if I can though.”

As I stepped into the shower sanctum I dropped my towel hung it on the hook and reached back and drew the curtain, making sure not to turn so far that Jason would see my hard cock.

Jason headed out, I heard the heavy oak door creak closed.

I was alone with my naked body. I thought about having sex for the first time in an hour with a guy I had interacted with for ten minutes. Fear replaced by lust replaced with panic. Flight tackled by fight. My heart raced.

I stood under the spigot and turned on the water, braced for that initial hit of cold that slowly transitioned to too hot and finally to just right as I adjusted the temperature. It was a metaphor for how I felt.

As I soaped my chest all of its unruly hair yielded to the warm soapy water and uncurled, weighed down straight and followed the flow of the water adhering to the contour of my muscles. I was likewise mentally transforming myself to be fucked and to fuck.

I scrubbed my furry bake ass. A collage of porn images flooded my mind — dicks sucked, asses pounded, mouths fucked, dicks rubbing together, tender penetrations, rods driven in deep, pain, satisfaction, warm touches, domination, mutual mouths agape in ecstasy,love, lust. All of it flowed over my being.

My cock was so hard it felt like it would explode — not with cum, but literally explode! I was delerious with lust for a guy I had never seen in the flesh.

As I soaked my cock I suddenly thought I should slow down. Should I not know a guy I fuck around with? And then my penis basically told me if it did not get sex it was going to go it’s own way from me.

It was then I repurposed with rational assurance that I was going to get laid with Mike. Somehow I knew he would show up. I saw my want in his eyes whe we face-timed.

I told my roommate I was gay, and damn it I was gonna make that true in practice — as well as orientation.

My dick had waited all these years. It was time. It was time.

I turned off the water.

 

[AdamFin]

I troweled off and put my towel around my waist. I grabbed my bottle of shampoo-body wash, my mesh bag with my tooth brush and tooth paste, and eight wet quarters.

After brushing my teeth, I was relieved there was nobody else in the bathroom for my final piece of business.

My hands quivered and my heart raced as I stood in front of the wall mounted condom vending machine “two condoms for four quarters”. I fumbled to insert four quarters, turn the knob and out came two Trojan condoms in yellow wrappers.

As I inserted four more quarters of course the door opened and in walked Sam. Such timing.

Sam smiled as he walked past me to the bank of urinals. “Wish I was getting lucky today,” he said, as he faced the wall dick in hand piss flowing, looking over his shoulder as I retrieved my condoms.

“All it takes is four quarters and a dream” I joked as I walked toward the door.

“She is a lucky woman,” he smiled shaking the last drops of piss from his cock.

“He’ll be lucky,” I said, as I walked out into the hall and took the long walk back to my room.

Holy shit! I just outed myself to the freakin world! Sam would engage the fifth floor emergency gossip protocol and tell everybody what he just heard.

I smiled. Yes, I was gay. A gay man walking towel clad to his room with a fist full of condoms about to get laid.

When I got to my room I sent my roomate a text he’d see after practice — because he’d be the first person the gossip paparazzi would seek to interrogate.

I texted: “Sam saw me get condoms...odd how it exactly happened...but me as gay is out there...”

I put my phone down.

I hung my towel.

I looked at my naked aroused body in the mirror on the back of the door. My short brown hair was already dry, and was too short to need combed. The emerging shadow of dense facial hair was not so long as to be abbrasive and if I tried to shave I knew I’d nick myself and I did not want to deal with that.

I smiled. My parents’ investment in braces resulting in my near perfect teeth I appreciated. I put my parents out of my mind as soon as they intruded. They would not have intended that investment to increase my utility as a gay lover. That conversation to come I could not ponder now.

My dense chest hair had resumed its unruly short curls and random swirls.

My chest was my best feature, hairy, strong and defined with tiny sun darkened dark man tits ensconced atop hard muscle. My abs were striated and defined with a cum catcher ridge of hair leading down to my full long dense bush. My hard, cut 6.5 inch manhood rose parallel to my body and throbbed. My balls were typically loose hangers but were pulled up tight right then. I loved the way I looked.

But I really liked other looks too. My roommate had a slender runners’ body and his body hair was mostly peach fuzz except his pits and groin. He was hot but a bit twink-ish. And he had an enviable uncut dick I only saw limp.

Mike looked more like me albeit I’d not seen him naked or even a dick selfie. But he had a stubble shadow and strong hairy covered dark tanned man arms. He had a strong almost wrestlers’ build.

Thinking of him, I applied deodorant and a drop of my cologne. Those smells excited me even more.

Then I puzzled over what to put on — ironically with consideration it was all to soon come off.

A jock? No, too fetishy. I pulled on classic tight white Hanes briefs. My hard cock almost poked past the waist band. I normally wore boxers.

I selected a thick cotton solid white T shirt with a regular collar cut. It had a tiny Nike swoosh on the left shoulder. I chose navy blue Champion basketball shorts to complete my uniform. Three pieces of cloth covered my body.

Socks? I almost threw on some white no shows, but socks just seemed unneeded. Bare feet.

Where would we do stuff? My bed was ready. The four condoms in a neat pile on my desk were in easy reach.

There was a knock at the door. It was 3:25 pm.

“Who is it?”

“Mike,” came the reply.

I swallowed and opened the door.

 

[AdamFin]

I opened the door and when our eyes met I just thought how beautiful he was. “Come in,” I said.

Was I supposed to kneel down before him and unbutton his shorts a suck him?” Did not happen.

“Thanks,” he said with a forced smile that nonetheless produced dimples.

He looked down and noticed my sneakers, brown shoes and sandals neatly in a row on a mat. Before taking another step he untied his grey NB sneakers and placed them neatly in line with mine. He was all in.

Mike surveyed the room and chuckled — “tale of two cities,” he said. Indeed, my side was neat and Evan’s side not so much.

“You didn’t have to take your sneakers off to come in,” I said.

“I come from a farm where you cannot avoid mud and dirt so taking your shoes off kinda an always,” he explained unnecessarily, looking down at his white socks.

I sat on the bed and he sat next to me and put his hand on my leg. It was like a jolt of energy flowed from his touch. I stopped breathing and closed my eyes for a moment. He did not move his hand.

“Have you ever—,”

“Never,” Mike interrupted.

“With a girl either”

“Nope,” he said.

“Makes two of us,” I said.

I put my hand on Mike’s leg and moved it up under the extent of his baggy khaki cargo shorts. I made it to the seam line his briefs.

He closed his hazel eyes and moaned as I ran my finger along his skin at the edge of his undies.

I looked at him. He wasn’t as stocky as the picture made him seem. He had a medium build. But his biceps were huge and his tight blue t shirt contiured his muscled chest. He had soft dark brown hair like me, but enough to comb. He had bangs that were teased up in the front.

I began to gently touch his arms and chest. “You workout how many times a week?,” I asked softit.

“Zero,” he said. “Comes from heaving hay bales,” he smiled.

He then began touching my chest and arms. “What’s your secret?”

“Gym, everyday,” I said.

We caressed and talked for several minutes. He was from a farm town in Indiana, did not play sports but runs, was into drama club and community theatre. He’s an awesome cello player, as in really good. Nobody knows he’s gay but lots suspect. No drinking, no drugs, vegan. He’s majoring in music and math.

I come from downtown Seattle but cut a more midwestern archtype than Mike. I play Lacrosse, ran track for a few years, never played a musical instrument and prefered X box over reading. Yeah, and I follow the Seahawks as a devotee. I drink beer and Starbucks coffee, and I eat meat but never do any drugs.

For all we did not have in common, every word he spoke made me want him more. This was about sex but I truly liked Mike.

And then it happened. An awkward kiss...haphazard groping...lustful touching and kissing. His hand found my dick and mine his. I felt mesmerized as someone else touched my hard cock for the first time.

He stood up. I stood up. We began to undress each other. Off came his tight T, then mine...I unbuttoned his shorts and he pulled them down with his underwear revealing his cock and sculpted bush. His dick was very similar in girth to mine; but my cock head was a very different shape with less of a ridge and I thought maybe overall his cock was a bit longer.

He tugged down my shorts and I stepped out of them. I peeled off my clinging tighty-whities. He left on his low cut white socks and I did not care. He stared at my dick and grabbed it...

We pulled ourselves into each other’s standing embrace, and our cocks rubbed. Our chests touched. Our thighs ground together. Our abs pressed. Our hands found naked ass to knead and squeeze as our mouths joined and our tongues dove into our partner’s mouth and there danced.

Sex was imminent...

 

[AdamFin]

I was ready. I took to my knees. I licked Mike’sglorious dick from his balls to his glans. It was softer to the feel than I expected and he tasted good.

I took his cock in my hand. Looked up at him. He closed his eyes. I pursed my lips and opened my mouth just right.

I. Was. About. To. Suck. This. Dick!

The fire alarm went off... I knew we would have to leave but I brought his dick through my lips and over my tongue and back out. Mike’s hands on my shoulders quivered.

“Oh my God,” he said. “Can we hide in here?”

“No,” I said. “The fire marshall knows I’m here.” He both scampered to get dressed which took all of ten seconds.

Sam — fire Marshall for fifth floor east wing — banged on the door. Let’s go, go, go. I want to beat two minutes forty-eight seconds.

I opened the door. I was slipping into my sandals and Mike was on a knee tying his sneakers.

“Whose he?” Sam barked, raising his roster.

“Mike Collins,” I said. Sam furiously added his name to his roster.

“Let’s get to the assembly point people!,” Sam screamed out into the hall as he walked away.

So Sam knows I’m gay, who I’m doinking — or am trying to. And Mike and I are going to end up outside standing around with the guys on my floor... Not great.

I’d face some consequence for sure but we were not going to the assembly point.

I yelled to Sam as we hustled past him at the entrance to the stair well “I have an appointment. I won’t be at the—“

Sam would have none of it. “No. No. No. Just check in with me there and then go, it will just be a minute, you don’t have to stick around. But don’t you two dare screw up my stats—Adam!”

Jesus he was zealot. I guess we need guys like Sam who will care about stuff pretty much nobody else wants to. The problem is he is not exactly the most pleasant guy.

“Okay,” I said. We arrived at the Assembly point at 4:15 pm. It was a beautiful early autumn day with a light breeze and blue sky. I could tell by the way the guys were looking at Mike and I that Sam had shared the word already and anybody that did not know was finding out...

I couldn’t tell if the guys not trying to make conversation was stand-offish or giving me and my lover a little space. Anyway the way it was shaking we decided to wait it out and go back in. We didn’t have a flop spot anywhere else, and as nice as an afternoon walk would be, we needed IT. So in full view of the knowing residents of 5 east Mike and I chatted and waited patiently to head back in.

Sam dismissed us, but I told him I was mistaken my appointment was tomorrow...

At four thirty we were back at my room. Darrell walking past us as I unlocked the door did a lewdish pelvic thrust and looked at me — “yeah!” he said in a low guttural voice.

“Classy Darrell, very classy,” I said.

When we got back in the room Mike looked stricken, “They know?”

I explained the whole thing.

“You had to say ‘he’ll be lucky’?”

“And now he knows my name?”

“Mike. You can’t be getting it on and not have anyone know,” I said.

“I didn’t like put up a poster, how was I supposed to know there would be a fire drill?”

“We haven’t even fucked yet and dozens of people know it before it happened,” he screamed this so loudly some portion of the assemblage making their way by my door back from the drill probably heard it.

“I have not told my roommate yet and he’s probably not going to be a solid on this,” Mike fumed.

I walked over to my desk and picked up a condom. “Fuck me Mike, fuck me.” He took it. I stripped naked before him. His eyes turned misty and he stepped back to the door to take off his sneakers. His lust for me was overwhelming his fears. He quietly slid out of his shirt, dropped his shorts and underwear and this time peeled off his socks and put them in his sneakers.

“Suck my dick,” he said. “I knelt before him and brought his throbbing penis into my mouth through tight lips. His legs quivered his hands shook as I made love to that dick.

The soft light filtering through the shades, the sound of passers by in the hallway, the gentle breeze knocking the shades, and a beautiful dick in my mouth.

“I want to,” he stuttered. “to fuck you now...”

I laid on the floor on my back. He put a pillow under the small of my back. I lifted my legs. “Will this work?” I asked.

“I think so,” Mike said. He tore open the condom wrapper and inexpertly plied it to his penis.

I felt his dick touch my rosebud. I stopped breathing. It was 4:50 pm.
Mike rested his hands on my hips and began to push. He brought his right hand back to his dick to give it support. I closed my eyes. I felt my hole opening and his cock moving past my tightened ass muscles resisting as best they could. I opened my eyes. The alarm clock read 4:55. My ass was taken by Mike Collins at 4:55 pm.

He drove his dick in until it would go no more. It was shockingly uncomfortable and I winced. And it was shockingly something I loved so much I moaned.

“Tell me I can fuck you,” Mike said.

“Poke me, Mike, fuck it,” I said.

He proceeded to plow me. He held my ankles and drove in and out of my ass. I was more awesome than awful but the intersection of pleasure and pain is complex.

I spit on my hand and began wanking as my dick remained cement hard.

At 5:15 he suddenly pulled out of my ass, tossed the condom and laid on his back on the floor his head toward the door. “Your turn,” he said. He pulled out just before he would have cum.

I put the pillow under his ass. At 5:17 my condom clad dick was pressing against his hole. At 5:20 he gritted his teeth and threw back his head as my cock slid into him balls deep.

“Adam fuck me,” he said. And I did. At 5:27 he came on his brick hard abs as I fucked him like a jackhammer. My cum welled up in me and finally spewed at 5:40. And as I pulled my devirgined cock out of Mike, the door to the room opened and there was Evan looking at me with a full condom hanging off my not yet limp dick.

Evan closed the door, but he came in!

“What the fuck,” Mike said.

“My roommate,” I reported, aghast.

“The minute I opened the door I saw it all and there’s no backsies on that. You guys are obviously getting done, or at least one of you is. And by the way I’ve seen him (looking at me) naked everyday at least twice —and I’m not gay by the way— ,” Evan continued speaking faster than an auctioneer as he literally stepped over Mike’s naked body. “I was told the coast was clear after 5:30 and it’s well after that...and I’m hypoglycemic right now after a grueling practice and all I need is my meal card..ah ha here it is got it right here...and very well then, carry on gentlemen, I’ll be going now...it means nothing to me that I see you naked by the way (looking at Mike) I just showered with thirty guys so welcome to being like number thirty-some-odd who I’ve seen naked today and if you want to see me sans clothes most any day in the men’s general locker room at 4:50 I’m in the showers, and please don’t speak of this to anyone,” he said as he scooted out the door less than thirty seconds after he had came in.

As the door closed, Mike was silent for a moment, then laughed. “Fucking surreal,” I said. I laid down next to Mike and we softly kissed.

My dumb ass roommate walking in with that bizarre recital was better than had he just closed the door and left Mike to wonder who had seen us. Evan had a Midas touch at fixing bad spots.

 

[JackM]

Excellent as usual, Adam. Very horny story.

 

[Ohiojohn]

Dang that’s hot!

 

[Matt_L]

Great story! You're a good writer. Looking forward to the next chapter

 

[AJnCJ]

Love it!

 

[AdamFin]

Laying naked on the floor of my room I massaged Mike’s liquified cum into his abs; the smell of his cum filled my nostrils. His dick shrunk and I saw it for the first time flaccid. He was so hot. His floppy cock resting on his thigh looked so relaxed — you’d never know minutes before it had excavated my ass.

I loved his body. He had a hairy chest and abdomen like me. And real hair on his legs and arms. His back and ass were mostly smooth however.

I stood up and put the unused condoms in my drawer and cleaned up the room. Mike watched intently my naked body go about this routine business. He continued to lay there nude in the after glow of first sex.

We reluctantly got dressed. Mike hung out (fully dressed save sneakers) until Evan arrived, fully fed, at 6:15.

Evan’s return was not awkward. The three of us chatted for a few minutes about Indianapolis of all things. Turns out Evan had lived there for a few years, years back, and Mike being from Indiana was familiar with the place.

Mike had homework he needed to tend to, put on his NB sneakers and tied the laces. When he came up from one knee to leave he kissed my cheek and said “text me.”

Evan and I were alone.

“This is not going to work everyday,” Evan said as firmly as he can say anything firmly.

“Huh?” I said.

“You guys are new lovers,” Mike said. “You are going to want to fuck like rabbits...before he gets back to his dorm he’s gonna be texting you about your next ‘session’.”

Just then a text came through. I laughed.

“No more than twice a week and never two days in a row in this room —for either of us,” Evan proposed. “Beyond that and there will be beyond that we need to find other spots, like their room.”

Evan continued. “And to avoid today’s problem, here is a door stop. It will prevent the door from opening without being visible on the outside. “

“About that—“

Evan interrupted me. “The sight of you with that condom dangling off your dick, your conquest laying there, and that deer in the headlights look on your face is something I don’t want to repeat. It was like catching Dracula after he sucked somebody’s blood”

“Dude, I wanted to thank you for how you handled that,” I said. “And I’m sorry I went over time.”

I explained to him about the fire drill, Darrell’s pelvic thrust episode...

“You better go watch the Seahawks tonight,” Evan said.

“But I have a test,” I said.

“You have a test in the east lounge that is more important. Show them you are no different just because they know something more.”

He was right. But I dreaded it.

“I have to tell you the one thing about you being gay that bothers me is the thought people will think I am too because I live in a room with you,” Evan said.

“It’s a bullshit thing for me to think,” he said. “And I am kinda ashamed it’s even a concern of mine.”

“I totally get it,” I said. “I do not know why we care about what other people think or conclude but we all do.”

I smiled. “It’s been two weeks here and Debbie and Melissa definitely know you are not gay.”

Evan smiled. “I have a real date with Melissa tomorrow — number three —and am hoping that leads to something steady. I think of her a hundred times a day.”

“Do you need the room tomorrow night for a while.” I asked.

“No, I’m not going to try to work into her pants tomorrow. If it gets that way on her initiative I will let you know,” he said.

He noted my furrowed brow so he explained. “Our relationship started as two horny people with a nice buzz getting laid with a virtual stranger,” he said. “We have met up since and fucked again. I have to prove now I’m interested in being with HER and not just sinking her pussy and sucking on her tits,” he said. “It’s the third date rule.”

“But it’s complicated cause if she leads me down the fuck path I’d send the wrong message if I don’t follow.”

“With Mike what does this rule mean?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Evan said. “He’s a man. Chick brain stuff does not apply, and I don’t know gay brain stuff.”

I took off my t shirt and put on my Seahawks’ Russell Wilson jersey—my ritual for every game. “Wearing this does not make RW gay,” I said. “I hope Jason will understand that.” Evan laughed.

 

[miamirt]

Wow, great story!!

 

[AdamFin]

The 5 east lounge lizards had gotten the TV and the Seahawks game was on. I was the fifth to arrive and the last of the regulars.

When I showed up I got the usual grunts. I sat in my usual spot, said the usual stuff. And so did the guys.

The game was tied at seven at the end of the first quarter and was clearly competitive. Jason looked over at me and said “Glad you got your priorities straight.”

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” blurted John. “Why did you go there!”

Jason began laughing. “Adam told me in the bathroom he was probably gonna miss the game cause he had a test,” Jason said. “I was not talking about anything else you fucking dumb ass.”

Everybody laughed. Me especially.

I knew things were okay when they resumed mindless gossip.

Rapid fire came reports — that Darrell had a giant pink bruise-thing on his ass — a popular history professor was sick with some rare virus — Sam’s sister had a baby that’s why he wasn’t here — as Jason told it John got laid a few days ago and “lost” the condom until it showed up sticking to his sheet on top of his laundry basket noticed in the laudry room by a chick from 6 West who pointed to it and said dead pan “yeah, they don’t wash well.”

The Seahawks won by three.

 

[AdamFin]

When I got back to our room, Evan was asleep. I was glad for that. I was full hard thinking of Mike...who I’d been texting with since he left.

I took off my clothes in the darkness. As I pulled down those tight white briefs I thought about the fact they were the last piece of cloth to touch my virgin dick and ass and the first to cover my devirgined dick and butt.

I took them off, folded them neatly and put them in a small ”special things” box where I’d already put the the empty condom wrapper.

Then I pulled on a pair of plain cotton white boxers. My throbbing dick still stood at full attention. It needed to be done.

I pulled four tissues from the box and retired to my bed. Through the darkness I could not see Evan but I heard him breathing, sleep breathing. So I pulled my sheet over me, positioned my legs apart to make a not too conspicuous tent, shimmied my boxers to my knees and touched my cock.

My mind flooded with takeaways from the day — most especialy the moment Mike’s penis touched my lips. I recalled how his abs tightened and he held his breath — first when his dick went in my mouth, then when he pierced my hole. I kept replaying how it felt when I lifted my legs and gave it to him to take. How I felt in the moment we were joined and his dick forced into me and slowly disappeared in me. The look of joy on his face, my pain as he spread my hole, my takenness, the electric shock when his dick hit that spot...

Of course I thought of the joy I felt and pleasure when my cock did all of that to him. And then the simple fucking. Thinking of being pounded and pounding hm.

As my hand did it’s work I kept reflexively lifting my pelvis as if really was pushing my dick into Mike.

And then to have Evan see us. I thought about the door opening. That was strangely satisfying.

With my right fist moving furiously up and down my cock, my left hand fondling my balls, my cum launched onto my abs and chest. I gritted my teeth to keep myself quiet. I so wanted to squeal. My chest heaved as if I’d run a six minute mile.

All under the sheet, I cleaned up my body with the tissues, nested my happy penis and saggy balls back into my boxers.

Satisfied. Looking forward to tomorrow’s fuck plan. The wad of cum infused tissues still clenched in hand, I succumbed to sleep.

 

[1024866]

Nice! Waiting for other chapters.

 

[AdamFin]

Friday night finally came. Mike’s roomate was going home for the weekend.

I walked across campus towards Mike’s building. The nighttime murmur of the campus, that ubiquitous amalgam of sounds you normally don’t notice, I did notice. My senses were heightened. I felt more than alive.

Like a kid, I broke out into a spontaneous run. Not a little jog—an all out sprint. With each footfall and deep breath of crisp autumn air drawn into my lungs I knew I was getting closer to him.

When I knocked on his door and it opened we traded smiles. His soft brown eyes, his innocent dimples, the short bangs teased up and the day’s stubble that made his boyish face look like that of a man greeted me. And I was going to have sex with him!

I stepped in, and slid off my sneakers. As my white socks touched the cold tile I strangely appreciated even that familiar sensation.

Mike took my hand and led me to his bed. Together we picked up the mattress and put it on the floor. He was wearing only gym shorts. His gorgeous upper body engaged in simply lifting the mattress made my dick spasm.

We sat on the mattress. I took off my T shirt, and kissed him softly as he gently drew his rough farm boy hands over my chest.

I could barely breathe. He took off his shorts with no ceremony, leaving his body adorned in nothing but a hemp and bead necklace and tight dark blue briefs with a large wet precum splotch just below the waistline. I reciprocated by taking my shorts reducing myself to simple white briefs and socks.

His fingers delicately traced and pet my hard dick still trapped in my underwear. As his touch drove me crazy the tip of my tongue explored his tiny dark man tits.

He gently held down the waistband of my briefs with his left hand and took hold of my penis with his right.

Dear God.

I cannot describe what I felt as he closed his fist around my cock. And tightly moved his hand up and then down. My skin moved with his hand. As he moved his fist back toward my balls he leaned over and his tongue tip met my oozing slit. Then he kissed my cockhead before pressing my dick between his tightly puckered lips. “Oh my God,” I kept repeating.

I laid back and lifted my ass off the mattress. Without his mouth coming off my cock he took off my briefs leaving me in socks only. My fingers caressed his cheeks, moved through his soft brown hair as he slowly and deeply sucked my dick.

He would take it from his mouth, lick it from bottom to top, along the sides. He would pause to kiss my glans. With pleasure he’d gently pull my dick to perpendicular and let go allowing it to catapult to my abs with a smack. He worshipfully moved my dick along his cheek while rubbing the other side of my cock worshipfully with his hand. Then plunge it back down his throat.

It was incredible to feel him and watch him delight on my dick.

I wanted to repay his homage. But then he stood up and looked down on me, and I saw a primal need in his face — the boyish dimension of him was banished. A strong commanding man pulled down his underwear.

He did not say anything but I rolled over and thrust up my ass and spread my legs as if a force had overcome me and flipped my body.

I strained to look back at him. His swollen purple glans moved into my crack. I felt it find the door to me.

As he pressed there I whispered “take me”. My mouth opened but no sound came. My eyes moistened and I trembled as an all consuming feeling of takenness moved over my body. He filled me. His raw dick disappeared into me, unseen but felt.

It was a type of pleasure for which there was no equivalent in my experience — yesterday included.

As he began gently fucking, I laid my head on the sheet and each thrust from my invisible lover reverberated through me.

His legs moved over mine as he sought to touch me with his whole body. Mike leaned forward, his heaving chest melded to my back. He rested on his elbows and kissed my neck tenderly as he slowly fucked. His breathing as our cheeks touched felt as my own. As he drew close I no longer felt taken. I felt something else.

I told him in a soft voice “be powerful”. Instantly the rhythmic deep but tender thrusting was interrupted by a jarring jolt. He had nearly pulled his dick out and then slammed all seven inches back into me. It sounded like someone slapped my bare ass. I yelped — “oh, damn yes,” I said.

With his face still against mine he began nailing me. A radiant drunken feeling flowing from between my ass and base of my cock as a result of his pounding was overwhelming me. He grunted and breathed haltingly.

I understood what I felt. We were conjoined. As he approached physical exhaustion fucking me, the barriers of skin and flesh faded, the inadequacy of words to express feeling felt irrelevant because we shared this, and all separation between us seemed false. I was him, and he was me. We were making love.

In that moment I felt the gathering. I told him, to my full surprise: “I am going to cum.”

I turned my face to him and lifted my head higher. He immediately kissed me as he powerfully fucked. With our mouths joined, his dick diving in me, I orgasmed into the mattress more powerfully than at any point in my nineteen years.

Moments later he collapsed at the elbows, and my back took the full weight of his chest. As he ejaculated his ass continued to rise and fall as he made shallow thrusts pumping his penis as deep in my ass as it would reach, as if to push forward any reluctant sperm toward their sacrifice.

As he caught his breath he did not retreat off me. He laid there just breathing, his body still. Slowly the reality of it being over could not be denied.

The powerful presence of the fuck that absorbed our bodies and wrought them together abandoned us and drifted back toward heaven.

Kissing me, he lifted his soft cock from my crack. We laid along side each other. I looked at his naked body, the moist brow and glistening skin. He pulled up over us his worn blanket. We did not talk, did not clean up, just gently touched until we fell asleep astride the sweat and semen stained sheets.

 

[StewartW]

Fuck that’s hot... worth the wait

 

[dutchman-90]

I was ready. I took to my knees. I licked Mike’sglorious dick from his balls to his glans. It was softer to the feel than I expected and he tasted good.

I took his cock in my hand. Looked up at him. He closed his eyes. I pursed my lips and opened my mouth just right.

I. Was. About. To. Suck. This. Dick!

The fire alarm went off... I knew we would have to leave but I brought his dick through my lips and over my tongue and back out. Mike’s hands on my shoulders quivered.

“Oh my God,” he said. “Can we hide in here?”

“No,” I said. “The fire marshall knows I’m here.” He both scampered to get dressed which took all of ten seconds.

Sam — fire Marshall for fifth floor east wing — banged on the door. Let’s go, go, go. I want to beat two minutes forty-eight seconds.

I opened the door. I was slipping into my sandals and Mike was on a knee tying his sneakers.

“Whose he?” Sam barked, raising his roster.

“Mike Collins,” I said. Sam furiously added his name to his roster.

“Let’s get to the assembly point people!,” Sam screamed out into the hall as he walked away.

So Sam knows I’m gay, who I’m doinking — or am trying to. And Mike and I are going to end up outside standing around with the guys on my floor... Not great.

I’d face some consequence for sure but we were not going to the assembly point.

I yelled to Sam as we hustled past him at the entrance to the stair well “I have an appointment. I won’t be at the—“

Sam would have none of it. “No. No. No. Just check in with me there and then go, it will just be a minute, you don’t have to stick around. But don’t you two dare screw up my stats—Adam!”

Jesus he was zealot. I guess we need guys like Sam who will care about stuff pretty much nobody else wants to. The problem is he is not exactly the most pleasant guy.

“Okay,” I said. We arrived at the Assembly point at 4:15 pm. It was a beautiful early autumn day with a light breeze and blue sky. I could tell by the way the guys were looking at Mike and I that Sam had shared the word already and anybody that did not know was finding out...

I couldn’t tell if the guys not trying to make conversation was stand-offish or giving me and my lover a little space. Anyway the way it was shaking we decided to wait it out and go back in. We didn’t have a flop spot anywhere else, and as nice as an afternoon walk would be, we needed IT. So in full view of the knowing residents of 5 east Mike and I chatted and waited patiently to head back in.

Sam dismissed us, but I told him I was mistaken my appointment was tomorrow...

At four thirty we were back at my room. Darrell walking past us as I unlocked the door did a lewdish pelvic thrust and looked at me — “yeah!” he said in a low guttural voice.

“Classy Darrell, very classy,” I said.

When we got back in the room Mike looked stricken, “They know?”

I explained the whole thing.

“You had to say ‘he’ll be lucky’?”

“And now he knows my name?”

“Mike. You can’t be getting it on and not have anyone know,” I said.

“I didn’t like put up a poster, how was I supposed to know there would be a fire drill?”

“We haven’t even fucked yet and dozens of people know it before it happened,” he screamed this so loudly some portion of the assemblage making their way by my door back from the drill probably heard it.

“I have not told my roommate yet and he’s probably not going to be a solid on this,” Mike fumed.

I walked over to my desk and picked up a condom. “Fuck me Mike, fuck me.” He took it. I stripped naked before him. His eyes turned misty and he stepped back to the door to take off his sneakers. His lust for me was overwhelming his fears. He quietly slid out of his shirt, dropped his shorts and underwear and this time peeled off his socks and put them in his sneakers.

“Suck my dick,” he said. “I knelt before him and brought his throbbing penis into my mouth through tight lips. His legs quivered his hands shook as I made love to that dick.

The soft light filtering through the shades, the sound of passers by in the hallway, the gentle breeze knocking the shades, and a beautiful dick in my mouth.

“I want to,” he stuttered. “to fuck you now...”

I laid on the floor on my back. He put a pillow under the small of my back. I lifted my legs. “Will this work?” I asked.

“I think so,” Mike said. He tore open the condom wrapper and inexpertly plied it to his penis.

I felt his dick touch my rosebud. I stopped breathing. It was 4:50 pm.
Mike rested his hands on my hips and began to push. He brought his right hand back to his dick to give it support. I closed my eyes. I felt my hole opening and his cock moving past my tightened ass muscles resisting as best they could. I opened my eyes. The alarm clock read 4:55. My ass was taken by Mike Collins at 4:55 pm.

He drove his dick in until it would go no more. It was shockingly uncomfortable and I winced. And it was shockingly something I loved so much I moaned.

“Tell me I can fuck you,” Mike said.

“Poke me, Mike, fuck it,” I said.

He proceeded to plow me. He held my ankles and drove in and out of my ass. I was more awesome than awful but the intersection of pleasure and pain is complex.

I spit on my hand and began wanking as my dick remained cement hard.

At 5:15 he suddenly pulled out of my ass, tossed the condom and laid on his back on the floor his head toward the door. “Your turn,” he said. He pulled out just before he would have cum.

I put the pillow under his ass. At 5:17 my condom clad dick was pressing against his hole. At 5:20 he gritted his teeth and threw back his head as my cock slid into him balls deep.

“Adam fuck me,” he said. And I did. At 5:27 he came on his brick hard abs as I fucked him like a jackhammer. My cum welled up in me and finally spewed at 5:40. And as I pulled my devirgined cock out of Mike, the door to the room opened and there was Evan looking at me with a full condom hanging off my not yet limp dick.

Evan closed the door, but he came in!

“What the fuck,” Mike said.

“My roommate,” I reported, aghast.

“The minute I opened the door I saw it all and there’s no backsies on that. You guys are obviously getting done, or at least one of you is. And by the way I’ve seen him (looking at me) naked everyday at least twice —and I’m not gay by the way— ,” Evan continued speaking faster than an auctioneer as he literally stepped over Mike’s naked body. “I was told the coast was clear after 5:30 and it’s well after that...and I’m hypoglycemic right now after a grueling practice and all I need is my meal card..ah ha here it is got it right here...and very well then, carry on gentlemen, I’ll be going now...it means nothing to me that I see you naked by the way (looking at Mike) I just showered with thirty guys so welcome to being like number thirty-some-odd who I’ve seen naked today and if you want to see me sans clothes most any day in the men’s general locker room at 4:50 I’m in the showers, and please don’t speak of this to anyone,” he said as he scooted out the door less than thirty seconds after he had came in.

As the door closed, Mike was silent for a moment, then laughed. “Fucking surreal,” I said. I laid down next to Mike and we softly kissed.

My dumb ass roommate walking in with that bizarre recital was better than had he just closed the door and left Mike to wonder who had seen us. Evan had a Midas touch at fixing bad spots.

Lol love how the day just keeps on getting worse and worse with every paragraph lol, and poor Adam , he should really learn to control his slippery tongue, outing yourself aint a light thing at all!

Anyways, great story and your writing skills are well-developed. Going to read the rest now!

 

[AdamFin]

My eyes opened wide and awake. A drunken yell from the hall outside jarred me awake. I grabbed Mike’s phone and it lit up telling me it was 2:30 AM.

Quick passing drunken yelling in the dorm halls as Friday night drunks return from the bars is quite common. And loud. Drunk people loose hearing or volume control or both...

But this yell was different — “get off me,” the woman’s’ voice said in slurred drunken earnestness. I was relieved when it was followed by “not out here Ben, we fuck in there lover boy.” I heard the door next to Mike’s room open, and the noise abruptly ended when that door closed.

My adrenaline had already kicked in. I had begun looking for my underwear, planning to go out and save that chick... Mike slept blissfully through the false ten second episode.

A minute later the faint but unmistakable sound of squeaky bed springs made its way through the wall. A familiar sound in college dorms. Mike’s next door neighbor, apparently named Ben, was really banging away.

My cock went hard.

I looked at Mike. He slept peacefully on his back. The thin slit of light from the gap under his door coupled with the night glow of the campus back lighting his window blinds provided just enough light.

I gently pulled back the worn green blanket covering Mike. His eyes remained closed. His chest heaved very slowly. His breathing was shallow and infrequent.

His soft cock was a shower. It was flopped on his thigh, like the short hand of a clock pointing at about 3 o’clock.

I wanted to fuck him — right now.

I drew my fingers through his dense bush. His eyes opened slightly and then fell shut again. But a slight smile dimpled his cheeks.

And his breathing quickened. And as I played with his balls his cock engorged, moved counterclockwise to high noon. The hour hand turning into the minute hand.

I took his beautiful penis in my left hand and brought it to my mouth and sucked him. His hands moved through my hair as I serviced him. He was awake now.

“Let me fuck you,” I pleaded as I stroked his saliva lubed cock.

He smiled and turned over. I parted his gorgeous ass and looked on his hole.

The music of straining bedsprings from next door was an appropriate sound track.

I did not position myself between his legs but straddled his thighs. I dropped spit into his crack and moved my cock through his tight mounds partly pressed together by my straddle. For the second time in our relationship my penis moved into his asshole. I loved this position even though it was not a good balls deep pose.

Mike grunted as he took my cock. He whispered “fuck me, cum in me”.

I resisted wildly slamming him like the banging unfolding next door. I savored the feeling of his tight mounded ass.

My gentle kisses on his neck made clear this would not be fast. “Bang me,” Mike whispered.

“On your back then,” I said.

Mike rolled over. I put a pillow under him. He smiled broadly as he thrust his ass in position and lifted his athletic legs.

He closed his eyes. I admired his perfect body and played with my dick, teasing his taint and massaging his rosebud which had closed tightly in the short tmoments since I’d Withdrawn.

Such a tight ass.

Mike’s cock was hard. I sucked it for a full minute before I reaquired his ass. Obscured in the dark, intently I watched my penis press, pierce and my shaft slide into him.

Mike’s eyes remained closed. “Bang me, cum in me,” Mike moaned.

I power slammed him for a minute holding his ankles, and his hands on my abs told me to slow down. I did, letting him recover from the overwhelming sensations that come from being fast fucked.

Mike took pounding well and wanted it bad but he did not do well with sustained banging. I loved that I could deliver more than he could take. When Mike fucked me I liked the fast fuck to never subside. The furious pace was a mix of pain and pleasure I felt duty bound to endure and enjoy.

The cadence I adopted paying attention to Mike’s tollerance was about a minute of rocket pounding followed by twenty seconds of slow Long thrusts. It sounded like something similar to that was unfolding on the bedsprings next door as Ben likely tired.

Mike was wanking. As I slowly fucked him he jerked fast. When I was drilling him fast he kinda just grabbed and pulled on his dick.

Suddenly he tensed and furiously beat at his cock as he whimpered. Respectfully I watched and continued slowly fucking him instead of turning it up.

As his cum landed on his abs, I began power drilling his sweet ass again, pushing my hands against his thighs. I ignored his signal for me to slow. I knew he was not in pain just over stimulated. When his hands failed to slow me he moved them around like he did not know what to do with them. He then fully extended his arms reaching back past his head and breathed like a bitch about to birth puppies.

He heaved in surrender to all the feelings surging from his ass and prostate.

After a five minute uninterrupted pounding plow my hairy balls drew up and my raw penis inseminated his owned ass. I groaned “yes”.

Mike said “I love having your cum in me,” he said.

“Can you feel me cumming in you,” I asked.

“No,” he replied honestly. “But obviously I know when it’s flowing and I love the thought of it,” he said.

The bed springs in the room next door were still singing...as we post fuck kissed. No clean up, back into sleep we fell.

 

[Rick50]

My eyes opened wide and awake. A drunken yell from the hall outside jarred me awake. I grabbed Mike’s phone and it lit up telling me it was 2:30 AM.

Quick passing drunken yelling in the dorm halls as Friday night drunks return from the bars is quite common. And loud. Drunk people loose hearing or volume control or both...

But this yell was different — “get off me,” the woman’s’ voice said in slurred drunken earnestness. I was relieved when it was followed by “not out here Ben, we fuck in there lover boy.” I heard the door next to Mike’s room open, and the noise abruptly ended when that door closed.

My adrenaline had already kicked in. I had begun looking for my underwear, planning to go out and save that chick... Mike slept blissfully through the false ten second episode.

A minute later the faint but unmistakable sound of squeaky bed springs made its way through the wall. A familiar sound in college dorms. Mike’s next door neighbor, apparently named Ben, was really banging away.

My cock went hard.

I looked at Mike. He slept peacefully on his back. The thin slit of light from the gap under his door coupled with the night glow of the campus back lighting his window blinds provided just enough light.

I gently pulled back the worn green blanket covering Mike. His eyes remained closed. His chest heaved very slowly. His breathing was shallow and infrequent.

His soft cock was a shower. It was flopped on his thigh, like the short hand of a clock pointing at about 3 o’clock.

I wanted to fuck him — right now.

I drew my fingers through his dense bush. His eyes opened slightly and then fell shut again. But a slight smile dimpled his cheeks.

And his breathing quickened. And as I played with his balls his cock engorged, moved counterclockwise to high noon. The hour hand turning into the minute hand.

I took his beautiful penis in my left hand and brought it to my mouth and sucked him. His hands moved through my hair as I serviced him. He was awake now.

“Let me fuck you,” I pleaded as I stroked his saliva lubed cock.

He smiled and turned over. I parted his gorgeous ass and looked on his hole.

The music of straining bedsprings from next door was an appropriate sound track.

I did not position myself between his legs but straddled his thighs. I dropped spit into his crack and moved my cock through his tight mounds partly pressed together by my straddle. For the second time in our relationship my penis moved into his asshole. I loved this position even though it was not a good balls deep pose.

Mike grunted as he took my cock. He whispered “fuck me, cum in me”.

I resisted wildly slamming him like the banging unfolding next door. I savored the feeling of his tight mounded ass.

My gentle kisses on his neck made clear this would not be fast. “Bang me,” Mike whispered.

“On your back then,” I said.

Mike rolled over. I put a pillow under him. He smiled broadly as he thrust his ass in position and lifted his athletic legs.

He closed his eyes. I admired his perfect body and played with my dick, teasing his taint and massaging his rosebud which had closed tightly in the short tmoments since I’d Withdrawn.

Such a tight ass.

Mike’s cock was hard. I sucked it for a full minute before I reaquired his ass. Obscured in the dark, intently I watched my penis press, pierce and my shaft slide into him.

Mike’s eyes remained closed. “Bang me, cum in me,” Mike moaned.

I power slammed him for a minute holding his ankles, and his hands on my abs told me to slow down. I did, letting him recover from the overwhelming sensations that come from being fast fucked.

Mike took pounding well and wanted it bad but he did not do well with sustained banging. I loved that I could deliver more than he could take. When Mike fucked me I liked the fast fuck to never subside. The furious pace was a mix of pain and pleasure I felt duty bound to endure and enjoy.

The cadence I adopted paying attention to Mike’s tollerance was about a minute of rocket pounding followed by twenty seconds of slow Long thrusts. It sounded like something similar to that was unfolding on the bedsprings next door as Ben likely tired.

Mike was wanking. As I slowly fucked him he jerked fast. When I was drilling him fast he kinda just grabbed and pulled on his dick.

Suddenly he tensed and furiously beat at his cock as he whimpered. Respectfully I watched and continued slowly fucking him instead of turning it up.

As his cum landed on his abs, I began power drilling his sweet ass again, pushing my hands against his thighs. I ignored his signal for me to slow. I knew he was not in pain just over stimulated. When his hands failed to slow me he moved them around like he did not know what to do with them. He then fully extended his arms reaching back past his head and breathed like a bitch about to birth puppies.

He heaved in surrender to all the feelings surging from his ass and prostate.

After a five minute uninterrupted pounding plow my hairy balls drew up and my raw penis inseminated his owned ass. I groaned “yes”.

Mike said “I love having your cum in me,” he said.

“Can you feel me cumming in you,” I asked.

“No,” he replied honestly. “But obviously I know when it’s flowing and I love the thought of it,” he said.

The bed springs in the room next door were still singing...as we post fuck kissed. No clean up, back into sleep we fell.

Great story