The cool air nipped at my exposed arms as I hurried across the dark campus. It was a Wednesday, which meant that the usual crowds of students were all sleeping, just like I should have been.
The college wasn’t particularly big, but it felt even smaller as I crept through the darkness, keeping my eyes pinned for anybody who might jump out at me, and briskly headed for the old library.
I was shaking from head to toe, and it wasn’t from the cold. If Bryce was serious, and he really did want to do something more than walk, then I was about to have my first ever encounter with a guy, which was something that I’d been dreaming about for longer than I cared to admit.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t shake the very real possibility that this was all a set-up, and now I was walking into a trap that would literally confirm that I was gay, to anybody who found out, and knowing Bryce’s reputation, that would be the entirety of the college, by the following morning.
I could hardly see my hand in front of my face as I veered off the usual track and walked through the dirt, toward the back of the library. I’d never been around there before, which made it the perfect place for an ambush, if that’s what Bryce was planning. My legs felt like lead with each step I took.
I scanned the dark area, squinting as I tried to make out a person, or people, and then I saw him, leaning against the brick wall, watching me.
If my heart had been beating fast before, it was positively exploding now. I tried to calm my breathing as I put one foot in front of the other, and realised that I had absolutely no idea what to even say to a guy like Bryce.
Was he going to talk about football? Was he going to ask me who I supported or what my thoughts were on his recent game? I’d never watched a game of football in my life, but by the time I realised that, I was close enough to make him out.
The burly jock was wearing a varsity jacket that made his solid frame look even larger. Below, he wore a pair of loose basketball shorts, revealing a set of well defined legs that looked like they could crush a watermelon, and as I stopped a few feet away from him, every brain cell in my head seemed to shut down.
“Hey” he said, in that delicious voice that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. I was relieved that he didn’t wait for a response, because I was all out of words. “I didn’t think you’d actually come out” he added, with a hearty laugh.
He was absolutely fucking beautiful. I’d always known it, of course. Everybody who’d ever met him, knew it, but now that I was standing there, staring at him, in front of me, I realised that he was probably the most handsome person I had ever seen in my life.
“Are you good?” He asked, flashing a grin that made his dimples deepen.
“Yeah” I swallowed, as my knees threatened to buckle under the pressure. “Yeah, I’m good”.
Bryce studied me for a moment. His dark brown eyes scanned me from head to toe, and I could only imagine what he was thinking when he compared me to himself.
I was barely five foot ten. I’d never stepped foot into a gym in my life, and I already knew that my limbs were about the same thickness as his dick. In comparison, I probably looked like an ant.
“Wanna…” He said, gesturing toward the large forest of trees behind the college. Once again, I’d never been before, but I wasn’t about to turn back now, so I gulped down the brick in my throat and nodded stiffly.
Walking felt unnatural next to Bryce. With each step, the sweet, musky scent of whatever cologne he’d worn that day, drifted over me like a blanket, and all I could do was focus on not falling over as he began to speak.
“I know this is weird” he laughed, “but uh… If you wouldn’t mind just, you know, keeping this between us?”
I nodded again. If Bryce was about to do what I hoped that he was about to do, then I sure as hell wasn’t going to ruin that by outing the two of us. We walked deeper into the forest until only the soft sound of the swaying branches above us could be heard.
“I don’t do this often” he said, as though he had to explain himself to me. “It’s just, sometimes I need something a little more, y’know?”
I didn’t know. The closest I’d ever gotten to sex was hearing my roommate in the act one Sunday evening. If there was something even less experienced than a virgin, that was me.
“Yeah” I said, and my mouth felt like sand.
“The boys” he chuckled, as our footsteps crunched over the leaves and twigs. “They’d lose their fuckin’ minds if they knew about it”.
“I won’t tell anybody” I told him, feeling almost proud that I’d managed an entire sentence without swallowing my tongue.
“Thanks, bro” he replied, as he veered off the track and led me further, and a few moments later, he stopped and shrugged. “I think here’s alright”.
I couldn’t focus on any single thing. Bryce Dylan was standing in front of me, waiting for me to do something. The cool air was whipping around the trees. The moon was lighting up his perfect face. An owl wouldn’t shut the fuck up somewhere in the distance, and everything felt like it was pouring in on top of me, until Bryce laughed.
“You don’t need to be so nervous, man” he said, and extended his strong hand, placing it on my shoulder.
I looked down at it. It was the same hand that had carried countless footballs across the line, earning him endless popularity and praise. It was the same hand that, when clenched in a fist, had fucked up opposing players, and it was the same hand, that just a short time ago, had been wrapped around his magnificent cock.
“It’s your first time, huh?” He asked, and all I could do was nod. “It’s cool, bro. We all start somewhere, right?”
“Right” I gulped, and watched in awe as Bryce slipped his other hand into his shorts, and pulled out the large barrel of flesh that I’d seen on my phone. It flopped out over the waistband, mesmerising me.
“You can touch it” he said, waving the fat tool in my direction. “It doesn’t bite”.
I was on auto-pilot. My hand reached out slowly, as my body buzzed with excitement, and a few seconds later, I was feeling the heavy warmth of his manhood as it throbbed in my palm.
I was instantly surprised at the weight of it. I’d gotten so used to pumping a five inch cock that something like Bryce’s almost felt weird. It began to stretch in my hand, and I did the only thing that I knew how, and closed my fingers around it. They couldn’t even close all the way.
“Yeah, man” he nodded, looking down at my work, “that’s it, you’re doing fine”.
I continued robotically stroking his cock as it grew and grew, and grew, and by the time Bryce’s tool had reached full mast, it stuck out from his impressive body like a flag pole.
“Get on your knees, bro” he whispered, and I felt the strength in his hand as he began to guide me to the dirt. My heart hadn’t stopped pounding once.
I felt weird down there, like I was submitting to him. My hand remained around his dick as I positioned myself, and I could feel it twitch in time with his pulse. The mammoth organ was now inches from my face, and the delicious stench poured into my lungs with each breath.
“That’s it” he said, moving his hand from my shoulder to my head. His fingers began to curl through my hair, gently pulling me closer until his helmet pressed against my lips. “Open up”.
I could tell by Bryce’s tone that he was dominant, which wasn’t surprising, given his personality, but there was something sweet about him, too. Something that I knew, very few people had ever experienced.
“Yeah, just like that” he breathed, as my lips began to part, and I felt his cock sliding into my mouth.
I’d imagined sucking a cock for a long time. The feeling, the taste, the excitement of the whole thing. I had fantasied about it more times than I could count, but nothing, and I mean nothing could have prepared me for just how amazing it really was.
The sharp, beautiful taste of his pre-cum drooled onto my tongue. I’d tasted my own before, but Bryce’s was stronger, more powerful, more manly. It filled my entire mouth, making my taste buds tickle as globs of the stuff dripped into me.
“Can you go deeper, bro?” He asked, and I realised that, despite the fact that my mouth was almost completely full, I’d only taken his cock head.
I tried to open further, but my jaw ached as Bryce slipped another inch in. He filled the back of my throat, making me gag violently, with barely a fraction of his length inside. Thankfully, he didn’t force it.
“It’s all good, man” he whispered, stroking my hair as I struggled, “just suck the head and jerk me with your hand”.
I felt like I was being tutored. Bryce was calm and cool, but the perpetual stream of excitement that was leaking down my throat confirmed that he was eager, so I began to stroke his shaft whilst sucking on his massive head.
“There you go” he gasped, “use your other hand to play with my balls”.
My own cock was causing my pants to stretch. I’d never been as hard in my life, and the longer that I sucked Bryce’s dick, the more I became certain that I was going to make a mess, myself.
I reached for his balls, and felt the warm globes against my fingers. I cupped them in my hand, toying with them softly as my brain tried to focus on everything at once. More pre-cum oozed into my mouth, and I swallowed it down without question.
“That’s so good, man” he moaned, gripping my head a little tighter as he sped up. “Just keep going”.
I imagined all of the women that Bryce had been with. I imagined all the times he’d had sex, and all of the experience that he had. I listened to his praise and encouragement, and couldn’t help but be proud of myself as I sucked my first cock.
“Do you want me to cum in your mouth?” He gasped, and I almost exploded with excitement. There was nothing in the world that I wanted more, so I nodded eagerly. “Yeah, course you do” he grinned, fucking my throat even harder. “You’re gonna’ swallow it, huh? You’re gonna’ drink my fuckin’ cum, bro”.
His voice was aggressive, but not concerning. He was getting lost in the moment, just like I was, and for a reason I’ll never understand, I instantly felt safe with him.
“That’s it, boy” he grunted, “get that cock down your throat”.
I took him deeper than I had before. I didn’t care about the gags or the chokes. I didn’t care that my throat was desperately protesting, all I cared about was Bryce.
“It’s coming, bro” he almost cried out, “yeah, it’s fuckin’ coming!”
He wasn’t lying. The first huge spurt of hot, thick sperm blasted into the back of my throat. Not swallowing, was not an option. Another powerful stream of cum squirted down directly after it, and without even realising it, my own cock began to spew into my underwear.
“Yes!” He moaned, “gulp it down, man!”
I obeyed his every word. I swallowed the huge load, taking large mouthfuls and feeling his warm seed fill my stomach. I never wanted it to end. I wanted to remain there, on my knees, cumming in my pants whilst the hottest guy I’d ever met, came in my mouth. Alas, when every droplet of sperm had been deposited, Bryce stepped back, letting his softening cock hang over his shorts.
“Yo” he gasped, as sweat glistened on his forehead, and he fought for breath. “That was one of the best damn blowjobs I’ve ever gotten”.
I couldn’t believe my ears. I gawped up at him, still on my knees, and still savouring the taste of his load on my tongue.
“I uh… I don’t normally do this” he said, wiping away the sweat as he helped me to my feet, “but uh… Do you wanna’ do this again some time?”
I stared at him in shock for a moment, before slowly nodding my head.
“Yeah” I said, “yeah, that would be cool, I guess”.
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The college wasn’t particularly big, but it felt even smaller as I crept through the darkness, keeping my eyes pinned for anybody who might jump out at me, and briskly headed for the old library.
I was shaking from head to toe, and it wasn’t from the cold. If Bryce was serious, and he really did want to do something more than walk, then I was about to have my first ever encounter with a guy, which was something that I’d been dreaming about for longer than I cared to admit.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t shake the very real possibility that this was all a set-up, and now I was walking into a trap that would literally confirm that I was gay, to anybody who found out, and knowing Bryce’s reputation, that would be the entirety of the college, by the following morning.
I could hardly see my hand in front of my face as I veered off the usual track and walked through the dirt, toward the back of the library. I’d never been around there before, which made it the perfect place for an ambush, if that’s what Bryce was planning. My legs felt like lead with each step I took.
I scanned the dark area, squinting as I tried to make out a person, or people, and then I saw him, leaning against the brick wall, watching me.
If my heart had been beating fast before, it was positively exploding now. I tried to calm my breathing as I put one foot in front of the other, and realised that I had absolutely no idea what to even say to a guy like Bryce.
Was he going to talk about football? Was he going to ask me who I supported or what my thoughts were on his recent game? I’d never watched a game of football in my life, but by the time I realised that, I was close enough to make him out.
The burly jock was wearing a varsity jacket that made his solid frame look even larger. Below, he wore a pair of loose basketball shorts, revealing a set of well defined legs that looked like they could crush a watermelon, and as I stopped a few feet away from him, every brain cell in my head seemed to shut down.
“Hey” he said, in that delicious voice that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. I was relieved that he didn’t wait for a response, because I was all out of words. “I didn’t think you’d actually come out” he added, with a hearty laugh.
He was absolutely fucking beautiful. I’d always known it, of course. Everybody who’d ever met him, knew it, but now that I was standing there, staring at him, in front of me, I realised that he was probably the most handsome person I had ever seen in my life.
“Are you good?” He asked, flashing a grin that made his dimples deepen.
“Yeah” I swallowed, as my knees threatened to buckle under the pressure. “Yeah, I’m good”.
Bryce studied me for a moment. His dark brown eyes scanned me from head to toe, and I could only imagine what he was thinking when he compared me to himself.
I was barely five foot ten. I’d never stepped foot into a gym in my life, and I already knew that my limbs were about the same thickness as his dick. In comparison, I probably looked like an ant.
“Wanna…” He said, gesturing toward the large forest of trees behind the college. Once again, I’d never been before, but I wasn’t about to turn back now, so I gulped down the brick in my throat and nodded stiffly.
Walking felt unnatural next to Bryce. With each step, the sweet, musky scent of whatever cologne he’d worn that day, drifted over me like a blanket, and all I could do was focus on not falling over as he began to speak.
“I know this is weird” he laughed, “but uh… If you wouldn’t mind just, you know, keeping this between us?”
I nodded again. If Bryce was about to do what I hoped that he was about to do, then I sure as hell wasn’t going to ruin that by outing the two of us. We walked deeper into the forest until only the soft sound of the swaying branches above us could be heard.
“I don’t do this often” he said, as though he had to explain himself to me. “It’s just, sometimes I need something a little more, y’know?”
I didn’t know. The closest I’d ever gotten to sex was hearing my roommate in the act one Sunday evening. If there was something even less experienced than a virgin, that was me.
“Yeah” I said, and my mouth felt like sand.
“The boys” he chuckled, as our footsteps crunched over the leaves and twigs. “They’d lose their fuckin’ minds if they knew about it”.
“I won’t tell anybody” I told him, feeling almost proud that I’d managed an entire sentence without swallowing my tongue.
“Thanks, bro” he replied, as he veered off the track and led me further, and a few moments later, he stopped and shrugged. “I think here’s alright”.
I couldn’t focus on any single thing. Bryce Dylan was standing in front of me, waiting for me to do something. The cool air was whipping around the trees. The moon was lighting up his perfect face. An owl wouldn’t shut the fuck up somewhere in the distance, and everything felt like it was pouring in on top of me, until Bryce laughed.
“You don’t need to be so nervous, man” he said, and extended his strong hand, placing it on my shoulder.
I looked down at it. It was the same hand that had carried countless footballs across the line, earning him endless popularity and praise. It was the same hand that, when clenched in a fist, had fucked up opposing players, and it was the same hand, that just a short time ago, had been wrapped around his magnificent cock.
“It’s your first time, huh?” He asked, and all I could do was nod. “It’s cool, bro. We all start somewhere, right?”
“Right” I gulped, and watched in awe as Bryce slipped his other hand into his shorts, and pulled out the large barrel of flesh that I’d seen on my phone. It flopped out over the waistband, mesmerising me.
“You can touch it” he said, waving the fat tool in my direction. “It doesn’t bite”.
I was on auto-pilot. My hand reached out slowly, as my body buzzed with excitement, and a few seconds later, I was feeling the heavy warmth of his manhood as it throbbed in my palm.
I was instantly surprised at the weight of it. I’d gotten so used to pumping a five inch cock that something like Bryce’s almost felt weird. It began to stretch in my hand, and I did the only thing that I knew how, and closed my fingers around it. They couldn’t even close all the way.
“Yeah, man” he nodded, looking down at my work, “that’s it, you’re doing fine”.
I continued robotically stroking his cock as it grew and grew, and grew, and by the time Bryce’s tool had reached full mast, it stuck out from his impressive body like a flag pole.
“Get on your knees, bro” he whispered, and I felt the strength in his hand as he began to guide me to the dirt. My heart hadn’t stopped pounding once.
I felt weird down there, like I was submitting to him. My hand remained around his dick as I positioned myself, and I could feel it twitch in time with his pulse. The mammoth organ was now inches from my face, and the delicious stench poured into my lungs with each breath.
“That’s it” he said, moving his hand from my shoulder to my head. His fingers began to curl through my hair, gently pulling me closer until his helmet pressed against my lips. “Open up”.
I could tell by Bryce’s tone that he was dominant, which wasn’t surprising, given his personality, but there was something sweet about him, too. Something that I knew, very few people had ever experienced.
“Yeah, just like that” he breathed, as my lips began to part, and I felt his cock sliding into my mouth.
I’d imagined sucking a cock for a long time. The feeling, the taste, the excitement of the whole thing. I had fantasied about it more times than I could count, but nothing, and I mean nothing could have prepared me for just how amazing it really was.
The sharp, beautiful taste of his pre-cum drooled onto my tongue. I’d tasted my own before, but Bryce’s was stronger, more powerful, more manly. It filled my entire mouth, making my taste buds tickle as globs of the stuff dripped into me.
“Can you go deeper, bro?” He asked, and I realised that, despite the fact that my mouth was almost completely full, I’d only taken his cock head.
I tried to open further, but my jaw ached as Bryce slipped another inch in. He filled the back of my throat, making me gag violently, with barely a fraction of his length inside. Thankfully, he didn’t force it.
“It’s all good, man” he whispered, stroking my hair as I struggled, “just suck the head and jerk me with your hand”.
I felt like I was being tutored. Bryce was calm and cool, but the perpetual stream of excitement that was leaking down my throat confirmed that he was eager, so I began to stroke his shaft whilst sucking on his massive head.
“There you go” he gasped, “use your other hand to play with my balls”.
My own cock was causing my pants to stretch. I’d never been as hard in my life, and the longer that I sucked Bryce’s dick, the more I became certain that I was going to make a mess, myself.
I reached for his balls, and felt the warm globes against my fingers. I cupped them in my hand, toying with them softly as my brain tried to focus on everything at once. More pre-cum oozed into my mouth, and I swallowed it down without question.
“That’s so good, man” he moaned, gripping my head a little tighter as he sped up. “Just keep going”.
I imagined all of the women that Bryce had been with. I imagined all the times he’d had sex, and all of the experience that he had. I listened to his praise and encouragement, and couldn’t help but be proud of myself as I sucked my first cock.
“Do you want me to cum in your mouth?” He gasped, and I almost exploded with excitement. There was nothing in the world that I wanted more, so I nodded eagerly. “Yeah, course you do” he grinned, fucking my throat even harder. “You’re gonna’ swallow it, huh? You’re gonna’ drink my fuckin’ cum, bro”.
His voice was aggressive, but not concerning. He was getting lost in the moment, just like I was, and for a reason I’ll never understand, I instantly felt safe with him.
“That’s it, boy” he grunted, “get that cock down your throat”.
I took him deeper than I had before. I didn’t care about the gags or the chokes. I didn’t care that my throat was desperately protesting, all I cared about was Bryce.
“It’s coming, bro” he almost cried out, “yeah, it’s fuckin’ coming!”
He wasn’t lying. The first huge spurt of hot, thick sperm blasted into the back of my throat. Not swallowing, was not an option. Another powerful stream of cum squirted down directly after it, and without even realising it, my own cock began to spew into my underwear.
“Yes!” He moaned, “gulp it down, man!”
I obeyed his every word. I swallowed the huge load, taking large mouthfuls and feeling his warm seed fill my stomach. I never wanted it to end. I wanted to remain there, on my knees, cumming in my pants whilst the hottest guy I’d ever met, came in my mouth. Alas, when every droplet of sperm had been deposited, Bryce stepped back, letting his softening cock hang over his shorts.
“Yo” he gasped, as sweat glistened on his forehead, and he fought for breath. “That was one of the best damn blowjobs I’ve ever gotten”.
I couldn’t believe my ears. I gawped up at him, still on my knees, and still savouring the taste of his load on my tongue.
“I uh… I don’t normally do this” he said, wiping away the sweat as he helped me to my feet, “but uh… Do you wanna’ do this again some time?”
I stared at him in shock for a moment, before slowly nodding my head.
“Yeah” I said, “yeah, that would be cool, I guess”.
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