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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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