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College Sex
by Joris Huysmans (jkhuysmans@hotmail.com)
***
A couple of college guys, frustrated with life with
very little sex and women who liked to tease but not
put out, try each other for some satisfaction. (MM,
1st-gay-expr, anal, college)
***
This was an experience I had in college. I had a female
friend named Kristin, who everybody thought I was
dating, and believe me at the time I wished I had been-
- but I was just one of the many guys she kept around
her, thanks to being a stacked blonde.
A casual friend of mine from one of my classes named
Larry was quickly becoming her latest admirer, I
thought. One night we all went out for drinks, and I
happened to grab a kind of fedora hat that Kristin had
and started joking around with wearing it in a Truman
Capote-Quentin Crisp kind of way.
I wasn't really making fun of gays, well I was a bit
but not maliciously, it was more playacting than
anything else. At one point I made some kind of pretend
come-on to Larry, and though I quickly laughed it off,
there was a definite moment there where the idea seemed
to be in the air, and Larry's reaction seemed anything
but hostile. Kristin seemed oblivious, thankfully.
I soon forgot all about that, but one Saturday night I
was home watching Saturday Night Live when there was a
knock at my apartment door. To my surprise it was Larry
with a six-pack, and I invited him in. We chatted for a
bit as the show played, sitting on the floor against my
bed.
He told me that he had gone to see Kristin the night
before, to try to get her to quit jerking him around
and either commit to going out with him or not. I knew
where this was leading and there was little that I
could say; if I explained the truth, that she liked to
string guys along and he might as well give up now, it
would inevitably be interpreted as me trying to reduce
the competition for her favors. (At least I'll say this
for myself, I was one of the few who ever gave up early
on and didn't make too much of a fool of myself
pursuing her.)
He expressed his frustration with her over his first
beer, and most of a second, and then he grew silent.
The show ended at midnight (yes, midnight, we were in
Central Time), and he seemed kind of restless. I
started flipping channels, and he said, "Well, now what
are we going to do?"
I didn't have cable, so TV's options were exhausted
pretty quickly. "I don't know," I said. He was quiet,
too, and honest to god, I was still clueless about why
he had shown up at my door one night after finding
sexual frustration at Kristin's. "We could go out to a
bar or something," I offered.
"Yeah, I guess," he said, but didn't make any move to
get up. Okay, maybe by now it was starting to dawn on
me. "Well, it's late, maybe I better go," he said, and
this time he did start to get up.
"Did you..." I started to say something, but then I
wasn't sure what. He was hot for Kristin, he couldn't
be thinking-- and besides, he knew my girlfriend Laura,
there was no reason for him to think that I-- other,
that is, than the fact that I'd come on to him.
Suddenly, the idea sent butterflies through my stomach.
Maybe a little background is in order. I had never had
sex with a guy, and I'd had several girlfriends in
college. But the idea didn't freak me out, either-- in
fact, I was curious enough, open enough to
experimentation, and I had even toyed with the idea of
picking somebody up in the well-trafficked restrooms in
the student union, where glory holes had been carved in
the stalls for decades. Toyed with it in my anything-
goes jackoff fantasies, that is, but never seriously
considered it in the light of day.
Since Larry had never given any overt signs of being
gay, I'd never looked at him that way, though the fact
was, to a full-time gay man I think he'd have been
pretty cute-- tall, rangy, blond and kind of droopy-
eyed in a Nordic way.
Now, suddenly, I was looking at him that way, and the
thought was occurring to me-- did I want to fuck a guy?
This one in particular? Well, actually, why not. If,
that is, it was what he wanted to do.
"What?" he asked, and now he was staring at me
earnestly. I thought we were going to have to have a
whole conversation about it, but as my experience since
then has taught me, you almost never do. There just
comes a point where you're two guys looking at each
other like two guys who aren't going to have sex don't
look at each other.
My throat dried up, but I got it out. "You don't have
to go," I said. "You could... stay."
"The night?" he asked.
"Yeah," I croaked out, and now I reached out and
grabbed his hand. That seemed kind of silly, school-
girlish, and so I started rubbing his leg in his jeans.
He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me toward
him, and then he pulled his shirt off. I did the same
and then we embraced.
I liked the feel of his hard chest against mine and
after nuzzling cheeks for a moment it seemed like the
thing to do was to kiss him. It clearly surprised him,
though. I didn't know that a lot of gay guys don't
kiss, so I just forced my tongue into his mouth and we
were soon sucking each other's tongues as I ran one
hand up over his flat stomach, rubbing his nipples, and
used the other to massage a rapidly hardening place in
his jeans.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he
whispered.
"I'll keep that in mind," I said, as I moved down to
lick his nipple.
We were going to do something I'd wanted to do for a
long time. Actually, it had long been my thought that
if I ever ended up in bed with a guy, I would want to
suck him off first, just in case my enthusiasm for the
whole idea dissipated once I came. So I nuzzled the
hard place straining inside his jeans as I popped the
button and unzipped it. His white cotton underwear
immediately sprang up at me, and I took in a whiff of
summer sweat and heat cooped up in his jeans. Well, we
can do something about that, I thought, and I yanked
his shorts down below his balls and ass.
It kind of took my breath away, being face to face with
a cock like that, the thin shaft straining up at me and
the lazy balls rolling away. He looked at me to see
what I would do next and so I thought, here's where we
separate the men from the boys, and stuck my tongue out
and bobbed the end of it with my lips. It twitched in
my mouth and I knew I wanted more, so juicing my mouth
up I started lubing his shaft, taking a little more in
with each up-and-down until I felt the head sliding all
the way against the back of my throat and my nose was
nuzzling in his scratchy fur.
I ran my head up and down the shaft, taking time to
trace the heart-shaped knob, savor the musky smell of
it and the feel of a stiff cock sliding up and down the
length of my tongue as he caressed the back of my head.
A few minutes of that, and then suddenly he jerked
hard, convulsing, and I tasted salty come filling my
mouth.
I swallowed the first shot and another one took its
place, which I ran over the head, making his cock
twitch almost painfully as the next dribble oozed out
onto my tongue. I ran my hand along the length of it to
squeeze the last globs out onto my lips, then swallowed
the oyster and finished up the last few drops by moving
up to kiss him again and smearing his own come over his
lips.
As we kissed and he held me in his arms he started
jacking my cock, which was flying high, believe me, as
I thought in amazement over the thing I had just done--
sucked a cock, swallowed a guy's cum. He started moving
down and he took my cock in his mouth, smoothly sliding
his lips and tongue up and down on it as he jacked me
off.
Laying back, still tasting the cum in my mouth, I felt
sort of distant from the action, so I motioned to him
to roll on one side and then I slid around into a 69
position, his limp penis still dripping a little as I
gave it an affectionate little kiss. He took me back in
his mouth, trying not to scrape the underside with his
teeth as I started to lick on his loose ball sack,
taking one in and then the other. I must have been a
little too vigorous because he squirmed a little at
that, so I left his balls alone and started licking my
way toward his asshole.
I was amazing myself at what I was doing, but there was
nothing I wanted more at that point than to jam my
tongue into his brown hole. As I did that he started
playing with mine, too, and I felt a finger slip up my
ass--nothing new there, plenty of my girlfriends had
done that. Then I stuck one into his as I licked the
wrinkled edges of his spicy asshole.
The thought of what I was doing --licking ass with cum
in my mouth and a guy's finger up my hole as he sucked
my cock-- pow, it was over and I shot ribbons of steamy
cum into his mouth.
I lay back, still dazzled with the thought of what I
was doing and the new possibilities it opened up to me-
-not being gay, exactly, being everything all at once.
He held me and rubbed his legs against mine, which was
sexy in a way I had never even thought about a guy
being sexy before. After a little bit of this I started
to rise again and as I grabbed his cock it started to
stiffen in my hands, too. He looked at me as if to say
What do you want to do now? I took a breath and
answered the question he hadn't even asked. "I want you
to fuck me," I said.
I dug out some KY from the nightstand and then rolled
over as he massaged it into my asshole. That was pretty
great in itself, just feeling him working the warm goo
into my hole. I spread my ass wide and he rubbed the
head at the end of it, and I tried to relax as the bulb
strained to pop its way inside; but it just wasn't
happening. "We could do something else," he said, a bit
unhappily.
"Let's give it the old Scoutmaster try," I said,
rolling over onto my back. I stuffed a pillow under my
ass and spread my legs open, showing him my asshole. I
wanted to watch him pound away at my ass like I was his
girlfriend, and somehow that did the trick; my legs in
the air up around his head, it was easier this time,
and I felt the head pop inside me and then that long
shaft root me open and fill me deeper and fuller than
any finger or candle I or a girl had ever shoved in
there myself.
As he rammed away at me, sliding his cock in and out of
my virgin ass and I watched him use my butt, I felt
completely ravished. And at that moment I heard the key
in the front door unlock. He kind of stopped in mid-
stroke, which I thought was kind of funny, like if Tom
found me with a cock shoved up my ass but the guy
wasn't humping away, then he might not think I was a
fag.
Well, fuck that, or rather, fuck me. I squeezed his
cock hard with my ass and pumped up and down, saying
loud enough to be heard in the kitchen, "Oh, God, yes,
fuck me, fuck my ass like a bitch, oh, God yes."
That seemed to have the desired effect and Larry
started ramming away again. It wasn't long before he
seized up and I could feel his cock firing away, with
each squirt seeming to expand inside my raw asshole. He
sank on top of me, exhausted and sweaty, and I kissed
the sweat from his forehead as his cock shrank and
pulled out of my ass.
He lay there, but I knew there was something I wanted
to do and so I rolled out from under him and climbed
on, spreading his cheeks with my hand as I massaged his
asshole with the KY. I wiped the end of my cock with
some of the goo and then climbed on top of him.
"No--I don't think I can--aaarrrrooh!" was his response
as I plumbed past his ring and deep into his bowels in
one stroke. I wasn't really in to taking no for an
answer from a ready asshole at that point.
As I fucked him in the ass, him humping the bed under
me, I reached around and grabbed my own sore, reddened
asshole, feeling it smeared with his cum. I jabbed my
finger as far as I could reach into it and ripped at my
own asshole with my finger as I felt my cock stiffen
and explode inside Larry's ass.
From that day on Larry and I got together when things
became too frustrating with Kristin, either for me or
for him and she never knew about it. It was funny when
I finally got between Kristin's legs and while I was
fucking her for the first time all the while I was
thinking about Larry and how he must have felt when he
fucked her. Life's funny that way.
END
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
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a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
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