College gay men first time

[AdamFin]

When Ryan had turned off the cameras, I took off the sweaty ski mask.

Ryan looked at me and said, “You are naturally photogenic fucker,” he said.

He handed me $750 cash. I felt bad about it. “I only did this to find out about pussy,” I said, rejecting another shooy next weekend.

As I pulled up my tighty whities, Monica asked me, “how did you like my pussy?”

“It was amazing to fuck like that, fuck like it could take anything,” I said. “It wanted my cock bad.”

“But Ryan’s ass was spectacularly tight, and he did not want me but my dick wanted to keep diving in his hole,” I said.

“Yeah,” Ryan said. “It has been years since I got ass-tapped, and with a smaller cock.”

“It was...humbling,” Ryan laughed. “Anything for money.”

Ryan was about to throw away the condom wrappers. “Can I have those,” I asked. He looked at me like I was crazy but gave them to me.

He then pulled on his underwear. Sheepishly, I asked if I could have her panty and the hanes boxer brief underwear he just put on.

Monica was in the bathroom now, and Ryan was about to say no, but I gave him back a $50. He pulled off the briefs and took the bill. His soft cock bounced respectfully.

As I finished dressing and pocketed my momentos he asked, “how was I as a fucker?”

“I liked it,” I said. And I did. But I did not tell him he was kinda ‘just there’. “I oddly liked being cuffed,” I said.

I left with an invite to return; I knew I would not.

As I biked to campus the surreal experience settled in as the headwind I created by pedalling fast moved over my body.

I thought about the sex, inviting the artificial wind I created to separate the kernels of thought from the chaff.

I was certain I was all gay, not bisexual. Sure, I was capable of fucking a woman—like most straight men are presumably capable of banging a man ass in the right, or very wrong, situation. Though I indeed enjoyed Monica in the moment (she felt nice), there was no residual longing or lust there. None.

I did not burn for pussy; not even a slow simmer. My curiosity was satisfied.

As I powered up the hill right before campus, my body one with the bike, I began to sweat and some small kernels of honesty did not blow conveniently away as before.

I felt oddly more of a man for having cum deep in a pussy, and that was my objective. I was not curious I was proving something: I did it, to know I could do it like them...

I recalled my first thought after my cum drained into Monica was a shower bay filled with generic limp dicked naked men, and me among them, smiling and limp too. In this daydream, I tell the guys, “I just fucked a hot chick...”

While irrational I obviously still considered being gay as somehow broken and less. The few guys that moved their lockers when they learned I was gay came painfully to mind.

I had just fucked a woman to be more like the guys, to prove something I should not have felt the need to prove.

As an athlete, physical performance is a critical part of worth and acceptance. It matters that I can run like you, throw like you, catch like you, hustle like you...fuck like you? That last one I put on the list and I was ashamed for it.

So I felt more gay, more legitimate as a man among men for baptizing my dick in pussy—but very, very ashamed too.

I got off the bike, locked it on the rack, and suddenly felt a deep need to see Evan.

 

[miamirt]

Awesome writing!!

 

[StewartW]

Great chapter... very true to a lot of Gay men’s lives.

 

[AdamFin]

I walked into our room kinda angry — at myself. Trent looked up from his book, some commentary on the book of Luke.

“Hey, man,” he said. “You look out of sorts?” he said.

“I am,” I said.

Trent put his book down. “Anything I can help with?” he offered.

“Pretty sure not,” I said. He smiled.

“Thanks for trusting me,” Trent said out of nowhere. “I know we do not have really anything in common.”

I looked at him — sitting at his desk in khaki pants, white socks and a Steelers T shirt, with a big stomach.

Eager to change the subject, I blurted: “You know you have a fucking huge dick,” I said.

Trent laughed immediately. “A gift from God,” he replied.

“Have you ever used it to—,” I said.

Trent was uncomfortable but answered. “Yes,” he said. “I am very ashamed but I did fornicate with a really nice woman.”

“I knew it was against God’s will, but I felt compelled to do it,” Trent said. “My weakness I have confessed to God and resolve not to repeat it until marriage.”

“How do you relieve yourself,” I said.

“My flesh is as weak as any man’s,” Trent said. “I frequently give in to my bodily lusts and—“ Trent paused and was searching for a word.

“Jerk off?” I said.

“Yes,” he said.

I was glad to hear he had sexual release. He would be crazy otherwise.

He asked me similar questions and I told him about coming to terms with being gay. I reported how I repressed my sexuality until coming to college to preserve my comfortable social status as an athlete with all my friends being straight, as best I knew.

But as I hid my gay identity I was eaten alive from inside.

I recounted for Trent how I met and fucked with Mike. He listened quietly as I described how I ended up then fucking Evan; how I met and had sex with Tim, then Monica and finally Ryan.

“Have you found what you are looking for?” Trent asked.

“I know you think the answer has to be no,” I told him. “But in many ways the answer is ‘yes’.” When I was having sex with Mike—”

“And he was a total lying fraud,” Trent said.

“True,” I said. “But sex and embracing being gay has given me longed-for release, has given me great intimacy that I craved, and given me heartache, and caused pain.”

I all but invited him to share his religious world view, and he did. I listened to his story — his evolving relationship with God, his inner joy, his inner angsts. His deep, complex and sincere testimony was moving to hear recited passionately.

I respected it, identified with some elements of his experience and his beliefs, and as I listened to him I realized I should better sort out just what I believe.

I knew he accepted that I was gay, my right to be gay, yet did not think it was ever okay to have gay sex. He thought sex out of wedlock was sin, and gay sex was always sin.

If Trent had a Hindu, Muslim or Buddhist roomate he would not embrace but would tolerate their beliefs and practices.

Despite our vast differences Trent was really turning into my unlikely friend.

When it was time for bed he stripped down. He did not get naked as there was no cause to, but as he sat on his bed in his briefs only, peeling off his socks, he said: “I want you to know, I would not have been one of the guys who moved their lockers.”

“I know you would not now,” I said. “What about a month ago?”

I stripped to my undies also and crawled into my small creaky bed. I felt relaxed, warm and safe as I closed my eyes.

In the darkness, Trent said: “A month ago I think I may have been one of those guys. Makes you wonder who are they now.”

“Yeah. We are all changing,” I said.

 

[miamirt]

Great chapter, but I really hope the next has some amazing sex!!!

 

[AdamFin]

Evan ignored repeated texts.

Finally, I sent him a text that said “i forgive your dumbass for everything I know you did, and everything i don’t know.”

A day later he called. He was glad to just be expelled. His parents cut him loose — after learning he was gay and involved albeit tangentially in a fraud scheme he exposed to campus officials and the cops.

“It isn’t that I did anything, that’s why I was not in trouble with the law, but I knew shit and did nothing for long enough the college found my character lacking,” Evan explained.

Evan had been self centered, easily lead, but he was also the first person I told I was gay, and the way he looked in my eyes and made me feel accepted was genuine human warmth. Meanwhile unlnown to me then he was struggling with his own identity-reveal.

“Where are you living?” I asked.

He was bunking in a near defunct frat house. Frats at out college are all underground. The group Evan was staying with had only a few brothers left, going through the end stage of an organizational death spiral.

So the frat guys rented him and three other hard-up students or exstudents a bunk in their delapitated house, grouped in a cold room. In exchange, each dude paid $30 a week and did modest cleaning or yard care for a few hours each week.

“I’m hanging around kinda figuring stuff out,” Evan said. “Once I sold the car and had a cash cushion and a reliable bed, I felt better.”

“Are you working,” I asked.

“Yeah, I am doing facilities/janitor work at Big Gym, a few blocks from where I am staying,” he said.

“Will the college let you back in?”

“Unlikely,” Evan said. “Even if they did I could not afford it. “

“I am looking at other options like part time community college, but for now, I am saving money, working, working out, going out and like I said figuring stuff out.”

Suddenly Evan’s tone changed as he revisited the past. “Dude, I am sorry,” Evan said. “I thought only of myself and knew what I did was wrong by you and fuckin did it anyway.”

“That’s true,” I said. “But we both got seduced by a fraud.”

“I was the fraud to you,” Evan said.

“You made mistakes,” I said. “I would like to see you.”

“No,” Evan said. “I cannot.”

Now I shifted gears:

“I want you to see you — fuck my ass like you did that night,” I said. “Hold my ankles as you pound me. I want to feel your dick in me again, man. I want to rub your smooth soft ass as you are nailing mine.”

“Holy crap, you are horny,” Evan said with a laugh. I imagined his uncut dick suddenly tenting his shorts. I was hard.

“Let me give myself to you,” I said.

“I cannot go on campus, and while I am ‘out’ here with my roomates I can’t fuck here,” Evan lamented. “The borders don’t qualify to use the fuck closet the brothers have — the only private space in this place.”

I had a plan. “Marty’s Men’s Club is out on Route 1. It’s $5 to get in at our age, and they rent rooms for two hours for ten bucks more,” I said. “I have never been but the place looks nice on its website,”

“I’ll come to your place at 4 and we can do a run over there to loosen up and catch up, do IT, and take the bus back.”

“Make it three pm, and meet me in front of Big Gym when I get off, there is a bus stop right there.”

 

[miamirt]

Nice, keep it going!!

 

[StewartW]

Awesome... plus a horny cliff hanger

 

[AdamFin]

Mike walked out of Big Gym into the cold outdoors. Dark clouds made it seem later in the day than it was.

He saw me and walked briskly to me.
We gave each other a long embrace. And then his soft eyes met mine and he initiated a gentle kiss.

“Let’s take the next bus. I think it is going to rain,” Evan said.

He was in plain jeans, old sneakers and a windbreaker undoubtedly covering a t shirt. He had grown out his short brown hair just a bit. It was neatly combed and wet from the gym’s showers. The smell of Irish Spring still clung to him. His backpack was slung over one shoulder.

“Good idea,” I said.

As we spoke casually my body moaned to be fucked by him. There is a torture of anticipation when you want it so bady and know you are going to get the prize, but not yet.

My heart raced. My mouth dried. My dick was painfully hard.

My hungry dog anticipation — the way the hound feels as he watches his master fill his food bowl, watches it placed on the ground and waits for the command “eat”— was obvious to Evan.

As we sat on the bus he whispered in my ear, “I can’t believe I get to fuck you.” Evan shamelessly rested his hand on my thigh.

The journey into Marty’s Mens Club was like entering a world where all normal conventions about nudity were gone.

Marty himself greeted us. He took our twenty bucks, copied our IDs, had us sign the membetship application, gave us each a white towel and a complimentary condom.

He directed us to the locker room, and gave me a room key. “Number 5, my friend.”

“A few simple rules, gentlemen.”

“Beyond the locker room, no clothes, naked or towel only, and a shower on entry is required,” Marty advised.

“No sex or jerking except in rooms with doors closed,” he said.

“We have steam, sauna, showers, weights and equipment, juice lounge, etc. Have fun guys,” Marty winked.

The locker room was small but nice. The showers consisted of two poles in an open bay with five heads on each.

I watched Evan undress. The moment he slid out of his gray boxers and his partially hard dick revealed itself I wanted to suck him right there.

He had been working out more and it showed in his chest and arms.

There were three older naked men watching us get naked with bright smiles. “Nice body,” one commented about Evan.

As I stripped out of my hanes white briefs, they narrated my reveal. “This one has a nice hairy bubble ass,” and as I turned he added “and a nice and HARD cock!”

“Leave the boys alone Larry,” said one of the old men, who I now appreciated were cooling down outside the sauna.

We could care less. Evan turned to me and loudly asked “Man, do you want to warm up by fucking some old man saggy ass?”

I laughed. “Maybe tomorrow,” I said.

The old men laughed and Larry’s buddies seemingly dragged back into the Sauna.

Off to the showers. Evan grabbed his Irish Spring from his backpack. I had nothing except the towel and condom, the latter I left in my locker in my sweat pants.

We both made a show of soaping and scrubbing our junk. A few guys joined us in the showers from the steam room. They wete hard, looked at us deliberately, but did not leer. One of the men was a hot latino with big balls.

Evan was so beautiful and his cock now reached for the sky.

He watched a stream of soapy water flow over my ass, and looked up at me. “My dick is so lucky,” he said.

Then he looked at my cock and smacked his lips and raised his eyebrows. “I can already taste it,” he said.

“Fuck me,” I said. “let’s go.

 

[StewartW]

Oh a great build up to this next scene .. can’t wait.

 

[miamirt]

More!!

 

[AdamFin]

As we made our way out of the blue tiled showers, the hot Latino stood arms akimbo at the entrance to the showers.

His thick black hair even wet held some wavy curl. He had a tight goutee. His biceps bulged. His smooth chest was not terribly muscular and his tight abs were not ripped — but he was in nice shape.

His ass was meaty and thick. And his dick was chubbe. His missle cockhead was gray, not pink. His shaft was dark like his body.

“I come here alone,” he said. “I look at you guys and I think I need to at least ask — I’d do anything with you guys, and I know how to make hot dudes happy.”

The raw lust surging from him stiffened my cock even more and my ball sack tightened as I towelled off.”

Evan said, “You are hot man, but we’re going to have special sex, just us.”

“When we are done maybe we can help him out,” I blurted.

Evan smilled. “What’s your name?”

“Lucas,” he said. “Hope to see you around.”

We walked naked out of the locker room to the Hall of Rooms.

Each very tiny room had a solid door with a number and a very small high window. Sounds of sex seeped into the Hall even through the closed doors.

The only person allowed to approach a closed door and “look in” was the designated “Hall Boy” who cleaned the rooms, kicked people out at times-up and ensured there was no harassment or abuse.

The Hall Boy had to be straight. When the Hall Boys used to be gay, Marty had peeping issues, staff joining in group sex, staff going ape when their former lovers came in with somebody else. Marty’s over-the-top solution was to recruit all straights.

As a final test of straightness each Hall Boy recruit takes a naked shower and spends five minutes naked in the steam and sauna.

If the poor Hall Boy’s dick hardens at all, as reported by the club members who pay to be tasked with shadowing and trying to arouse the stud, Marty pays the failed recruit $100 and ends his employment before it really begins.

The Hall Boy on duty this afternoon was hot. He wore the obligatory red pollo shirt that said “Hall Boy”, loose jeans and heavy brown work boots.

“Okay, room 5. Just cleaned it up,” he said. “My name is Gary, your Hall Boy today.” He shook our hands before leading us to the room. Evan and I walking fully naked behind this straight dude being shown to a gay fuck chamber was surreal.

The room smelled of disinfectant, and the smooth tiled floor was freshly mopped.

There was a low, flat, bolted-down bench in the middle of the room the size of a single bed with a foam “mattress” embedded in a wooden frame. A vinyl-like thick covering with cloth-like properties covered the “mattress” and likewise covered two bulky foam pillows. These coverings were changed after each occupancy.

There was a TV so you could order porn, along with four towel hooks. A single plastic lawn chair and a plastic art-deco orange end table with a bowl filled with an array of condoms completed the room’s appointments. A single overhead light was on a dimmer switch.

As we hung our towels, the Hall Boy said “enjoy, guys” and closed the door.

As I drew close and kidsed Evan, I knew thousands of sexual encounters had happened in this little chamber — the last one having ended just minutes ago. Unspeakable joy was rendered in this unpretentious space, and here we were now.

I knelt, looked up, and brought Evan’s penis in my mouth.

 

[StewartW]

Fucking hot... I want them to do the Str8 Hall boy after

 

[AdamFin]

Evan wimpered as I slowly, repeatedly licked his big uncut dick from his saggy balls right to his slit. Evan’s powerful hands gently rubbed my face and moved through my wet hair as I enjoyed his hard, bouncing cock dribbling precum.

He led me to the bench and leaned me over it. My chest rested on the vinyl, Evans hands massaged my tight ass. He slapped my ass.

On his knees now, behind me Evan pulled down my dick. As he held it down against resistance, he licked it, starting at my frenulum, up the shaft, through my sagging balls across my taint. He parted my ass lobes with one hand, and his tongue found my rosebud. He tickled it with the firm tip of his probing tongue.

“Oh please fuck me,” I begged him.

 

[AdamFin]

With my hairy ass presented to him, and my begging to be fucked, Evan prepared to get on with his duty.

He expertly applied a condom. He brought his big throbbing cock to my wanting ass and played with my rosebud with his dickhead.

With his properly aimed dick ready, he leaned over my bent body. I felt his muscular chest come to rest against my back, his face came alongside my own. He sent his tongue into my mouth, as we kissed I felt him order his pelvis to advance. Gently but forcefully he pressed.

Evan’s tongue left my mouth, but our lips touched and our eyes remained locked. I moaned as his glorious cock pierced my asshole, and his dick slowly advanced deep into me. Evan’s body shuddered as he experienced the pleasure of penetration. I felt a wave of pleasure as his thighs met my ass.

He kissed my neck softly and then gently retracted his cock from my ass. He knelt again before my butt, parted it and licked my hole.

Evan brought me on the “bed” and I took to my hands and knees. He rested his hands on my shoulders. His cock in position he rested his chin on the back of my head and pressed his cock forward. He again penetrated me to the full extent of his big dick.

Evan again pulled it out and licked my hole.

He brought me onto my back, put a pillow under my back and kneeling between my legs he looked down on me with a lustful smile.

He positioned his penis. He gripped my cock like a bat in his left hand. He brought his forehead to mine. We traded each other’s breath. As we looked at each other’s faces, he slowly advanced his cock again and penetrated me for the third time.

He kissed me as his hard still cock filled my ass full.

He then straightened his back and moved his right hand over my chest as he jerked my penis a few times with his left.

Then he began slowly pulsing my ass with his dick. He took my dangling legs and rested them over his strong shoulders. He kissed each ankle in turn.

I watched his earnest face as he tenderly fucked me. It was glorious being taken by this beautiful, powerful man.

Every toned muscle in Evan was engaged in fucking me. Each slow thrust seemed to start in his shoulders, lift up and drop his ass to press forward his cock into me. His energy flowed down his legs as his legs would push as his ass fell, and be drawn back as his ass lifted.

Evan looked down to watch his shaft appear and disappear over and over again into my body.

He spit on my cock and his hand returned to pleasuring me. His spit mixed with my precum made perfect lube.

My dick rejoiced at his touch and his big dick deeply pulsing my ass was taking me to beautiful places.

Would he power fuck me or would he bring us to a soft sensual cum soaked ending.

My hazel eyes moistened with fuck joy. I wanted to give whatever he wanted to take.

“Fuck me, yes, yes,” I softly moaned.

 

[jamiegreen]

This is so hot

 

[AdamFin]

Every time Evan’s cock pressed to its furthest extent, I whimpered “fuck”.

“I am going to pound you, Adam,” Evan said.

I shook with happy anticipation.

His slow fucking stopped completely with his cock fully buried in me. Evan positioned his knees for pelvic thrusting. He lowered his forehead again to meet mine. My hands clasped his face. We kissed softly.

And I entreated him to “bang me, Evan.”

With his body rigid and anchored, keeping his forehead on mine, Evan began pelvic-piston fucking me. I screamed with delight.

“F U C K,” Evan said as his cum welled for deployment.

“U u m m,” I grunted.

His thighs and balls audibly slapped my ass. He breathed harder and pounded even faster, but never moved his face from mine. My dangling feet danced in the air.

His piston pounding moved past uncomfortable instantly and I grunted like an animal to release the overstimulation feelings that demanded absolute mental surrender. My body went limp. My whole body undulated, my dick bounced, my tylically rock hard pectorals softened and jiggled like jello as the power of his dick ramming my ass translated through me with no resistance.

My ass too gave up its tightness and his penis owned my soft hole, something leading other fuckers to describe my ass as “pussy-like”.

As an athletic man, a sustained power fuck was not a physical challenge for Evan. Long before his capacity was challenged his cock could take no more.

Evan clenched his teeth. Then mouth open he roared “ah-ah-yee-yer-yesss!” Instantly the piston fucking ended and he stabbed his cock as deep into my ass as he could. He unloaded like a man — deep in me where a cock wants to be.

Evan was still breathing like a runner at the finish line. His wilting dick still in my ass, he reached down and resumed stroking my hard cock.

I closed my eyes, listening to him breathe, feeling his penis still in me but still. His hand job was perfection. Colors danced on the screen of my closed eyelids, my loose abs tightened, rapidly my balls drew up tight to their cock master. I opened my eyes and looked on Evan’s glistening face and body and my cum flew out of my dick in his hand, a drop reaching my own chin.

I could not move. Nor speak. I felt his penis reluctantly retreat from me.

 

[miamirt]

So good

 

[Matt_L]

Nice! Was good catching up on that story

 

[StewartW]

Hot chapter