Monday, July 11, 2011

My First College Cock

Just a quick note: I was planning to write up a detailed account of the 5 1/2 hours I spent with Massage Guy (yeah, I got to fuck after the massage), but I became sick. Not to bore you with too many details, but for those who care I think I may be relapsing with the viral infection I had thought I'd beaten off before I met with Rob Breeder the second time, but hadn't. Looks like I thought I'd beat it off again, but hadn't. I'm going to the doctor, but overall I'm fine. So instead of the blog I planned to write but couldn't, you guys are getting a blog I was going to post later this week. Thanks for reading and understanding.


Before I had my first class as an Undergraduate, I had already met Niki, who I would eventually start to date and then regret dating altogether. It was at a stupid even we had to go to the second day we were on campus as Freshman called "Playfair" which was basically just a series of icebreaker games done in order to get people talking to more than just those in their hall.

Not that I had any issue talking to guys in my hall. My dorm was on the top floor of a building with no air-conditioning. The place was like a chimney. In the winter, my roommate and I never needed to turn on the heat in our room and we were always comfortable, and sometimes opened a window. Which of course meant that in the summer time the heat was unbearable and there was no place safe from it. So I got to see a lot of my hall mates in just underwear and even less. I even got a few hook ups from showing off myself. But that's all a story from a different time.

This story starts with me heading to the pool locker room on the first day of swim practice. This was before tryouts and was mainly a time for captains to lead practices and for the rest of us to train and condition for tryouts. The first guy on the team that I spoke to was Mich. He was tall and stocky, not what guys on hook-up sites would call a "swimmer's build" but what a swimmer's build actually is if the swimmer does anything that isn't simply sprinting. He had wide shoulders, thick pecs, a slimmer waist, long legs, and one of the sweetest smiles I ever saw. He smiled widely as he showed me where to change and lead me out on the pool deck, his hand on my lower back. I was too nervous for my first day to notice if the gesture was friendly, or something more, but I certainly did not discourage it.

He and I were on very good terms, and we had lockers that were close together on the end of the row, so we could talk and not be bothered overly much. Something you guys should know about swimmers is that we have no problem being naked around each other. Go to a swim team party, and most of the guys are in tiny undies or less. Walk into a swim team locker room, and we're all naked and joking around, acting pretty much like a poorly written gay porn. And we weren't afraid of the awkward homoerotic stuff either. Guys on my team used to kiss each other to prove how masculine they were to the rest ("You wouldn't have a problem kissing a guy unless you were gay"). But strangely, they weren't all that concerned with homosexuality and homophobia. In fact, that group of guys was one of the most accepting groups I've ever been with.

So I shouldn't have been as surprised when one day I felt Mich put his hand on my ass. It was just a simple touch, not something that lasted too long or that any of the guys would have seen. But I knew it for what it was. And when I felt it again, it lasted longer. I looked up at him, he smiled at me, and I smiled back at him. He whispered, "Stay in the shower longer than everyone else. I'm going to pretend to shit. When everyone is gone, knock on the door." There was only one stall in the locker room, so while he got to sit and be not bothered, I had to pretend that I was still sore from practice under the warm shower while all the other guys went to dinner. When almost all the guys were gone I put my suits in the suit dryer, which had a direct view of the door, and watched the others leave.

I walked to the stall and knocked. The door was ripped open and Mich pulled me quickly into his arms, causing me to give a little yelp of surprise. It was quickly smothered by his lips on mine, and when he pulled back, he gave me a quick smile. "I'm so glad you're into this," he said, "You're so cute."

I'll admit it, I blushed. I was still at the point in my life where I thought I was shit-ugly and that people who complimented me were either lying or exaggerating. I still have those moments where I feel ugly, but now compliments remind me I'm not. Back then they made me more convinced I was.

We skipped dinner with the rest of the team and instead went back to his place. He was one of the guys living off campus in what was known as the Swimmer House. Every year six of the guys on the team would buy out one house in town and it was where all the parties and fun activities would happen. But with the rest of the team at dinner, we were free to get in and get down to business. His room was in the back and in his speed to take us there he nearly ripped my arm off.

"Damn," he said when we were in his room and naked, "It has been so long for me. All summer I've been needing a boy to fuck." I didn't have the heart to tell him that I had last slept with a man less than three weeks before, and I just agreed. It had, after all, been a long time for me as well. Longer than I was used to at that time.

He was already hard when he pushed me down to give him a blow job. I began my work, sucking him off to the best of my ability. All too soon, he grabbed my head and pulled me off, saying, "Damn, you got me close really quickly."

He returned the favor on the bed, though I had jerked off before practice and was able to hold back easily against his oral play. I had lost my ability to cum quickly in a man's mouth years before, and I mostly just enjoyed being on the receiving end of pleasure. Eventually his mouth and hands worked down to my ass hole which, while recently unused, still knew how to open for a finger or two. Especially with the amount of spit he was heaping into my hole. Mich somehow managed to produce spit at an amazing rate every time I was with him, and we never needed more than spit for lube.

He pushed a pillow under me and pulled my legs up, gave me a big sloppy kiss, and then reached for the box of condoms on his bedside table. I pressed my hand to his chest and said, "Don't put that on. Fuck me bare."

He hesitated. "Are you sure?" He asked. He alternated looking at the condom and then at me. "You don't have anything, do you?"

"No," I replied. "Do you?"

"No."

"Then put it down and fuck me."

He was still hesitant, but did what I said. He pressed his cock up to my hole and pushed in. He wasn't huge, but he also hadn't stretched me much. When he pushed his head in, his eyes opened wide, and he pushed all the way in, causing me to hiss sharply in pain. "Go slow," I said, but he didn't listen. He started pumping in and out of me quickly, moaning, "Sorry" with each thrust he pumped into me. Fortunately he had used a lot of spit and my hole quickly forgot the pain and started shooting pleasure up my body. I started pinching my nipples hard while he kissed me and felt my orgasm growing.

"Oh, God!" he shouted as I felt his cum shoot into me. The warm, pulse combined with my hard nipple play was enough to set me off the moment his had touched my cock. I shot hard enough that we both flinched our faces back as my cum covered us. Then he plopped right down on top of me, sighing contently as his cock pulled out of my ass.

"Was that the first time you fucked bare?" I asked him.

"Could you tell?" I laughed. He laughed too, but his was much more exhausted. He had shot a very large load into me, after all. He deserved a rest.

"Have I converted you?" I asked. He laughed again, but then thought about it for a while.

"Maybe. I'd like to try it again."

"Any time you want," I replied with a smile.

3 comments:

  1. Ace my friend,
    That was so hot and steamy, i got hard in an instant while reading this. You know how to describe feelings between men and the way you write it is magnificent. That was one great encounter that you had there, hope that it last a while man. Would have loved to have experiment that when i was younger, it would have been a lot easyer for me. I never knew somebody in my town being gay and i never look at paper and in my time, there was no internet or things like that. Thank you for that great post my friend.

    Yves

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  2. You so vividly described two men making love to one another for the first time. Doubly sexy that it was Mich's first time barebacking -- that probably felt incredible and how lucky was he to share the moment with you. -- rjd

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  3. RJD,

    Well, he better have known he was lucky. Kidding. He came back for more, so I guess he liked it.

    -Ace

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