After the initial few weeks of orientation at university, things began to settle down into a routine.
My course was interesting and quite challenging, as you would expect from one of the main sciences.
I had gotten to know all but one of the boys on my floor and several from the third floor. The second floor was the girls floor, which, as it happened, had unrestricted access to it for anyone living in that block.
I'd also signed up to the university gym and the rugby team. But I'll come back to those later.
As you can imagine, alcohol was a main factor of many social gatherings at uni. Indeed most nights, it was quite difficult to avoid the £1 pint deals everywhere you went.
Though I had a great time with many new friends, I was still to my shame a virgin at 18. That had to change! I was becoming frantic and frustrated that Freshers Week hadn't produced the results I craved. I didn't even get my cock sucked! And, to my ambivalence, I hadn't found a cock to suck either. Sustaining my sexual needs from wanks generated from Graham parading around was not enough!
It was now late October 2004 and the Student Guild had put on an event in Mountford Hall one Monday night. The theme of the evening was unremarkable and, after all this time, very forgettable. However, everyone who was anyone from the block was going, so in my optimistic and contented frame of mind I decided I wasn't going.
That Monday evening, as I was queuing up at the canteen, Justin calls my name from behind "Oi! Why you being a bellend? Why you not coming tonight mate?" Using this line of public questioning to subtly jump the queue to my position, he proceeded to interrogate me for my weak melancholy reasoning of "I can't be arsed" as not being good enough. "Mate!" Justin exclaims in offence. He places his arm around my shoulders, resting the tips of his fingers against my exposed collar bone. I looked sideways into his gaze and could feel him looking into my being, searching for a thread he can pull at to convince me to change my mind. "We want you there with us man! You're part of the crew!" The smile that accompanied this confidence giving plea was one that drove some primal instinct within me. I wanted to hold the hand that was around my shoulder and kiss the thick lips of this boy who has shown me such kindness and attention. My inner turmoil must have manifested as a scowl as Justin immediately raised an eyebrow, clutched me tight around the shoulders and stated that "I want you with me man, I want to spend the night having a few beers with you. So if you're not going, then neither am I!" The demand was made, the pressure was mounting. Do I ruin this guy's night out. All because I was depressed that everyone else got laid in the first two weeks and I hadn't?! Surely there would more chance of it if I go out? Inevitably, I folded to Justin and agreed that I would go with them.
After pre-drinks in the campus bar, we were away. 20 or so from our block, all ready for a good night, all looking and smelling nice, all looking for something extra, all looking to fuck.
It wasn't long before the 'crew' had split up and I found myself like a wall flower against the side of the hall, casually drinking, on my way to getting wasted again instead of pulling.
Justin would occasionally brush up by me from time to time, thrusting his hips to the beat of the music, trying his best to encourage me to have a good time. Which I tried to respond to with what can accurately be described a 'shit version of Dad-Dancing'. His 'dirty dancing ', on the other hand, was pleasurable to be so close to. I swear to God at one point Justin moved his hips in such a way that he deliberately pushed is cock against the back of my hand. In that moment, time seemed to stand still once again, the deafening music was silent as every nerve ending in the back of my hand was now mapping the contours and bulges of Justin's fat cock! Though it might have been equally true that his proximity had generated a magnetic reaction from my wayward limb to accidentally move itself into the path of Justin's swinging groin. Either truth aside, reality came back into focus, Justin was smiling quite proudly with himself and did not break eye contact with me through the whole sequence. Though, this could also be because he was trying to demonstrate his alpha skills as a dancer after so much alcohol, he quite possibly might not have noticed the sneaky grope from the back of my hand; though I hoped he did.
After another trip to the bar, I resumed my position against the wall and began to scan the room to see where my 'crew' was; or more specifically where Justin was. Out of the corner of my eye my glance was immediately drawn to a spectacle that made my heart leap with curiosity, amazement and titillation. To my right at the back of the hall, two very good looking fit lads were snogging! They were dancing and grinding and touching and licking and kissing eachother with no regards to who the fuck was watching them without two fucks given to whether their audience was offended or not. I stared at them intently wishing I was a part of the exchange somehow. My rapidly growing cock had no doubts at all that in a sea of straight fornicators that this one act of pure homoeroticism was exactly what I desired. My near full on erection was getting difficult to conceal as the painful push back from my jeans was getting uncomfortable. This made realise that if watching this shit was making me horny, these gay boys must be rock hard of they're actually doing it! I tried to glance through the darkness and the crowd at the young faggots to see if I can make out the bulge of a hard dick or the naughty movements of a massaging hand. But, I could see very little apart from what I could imagine through the strobed silhouettes that this young couple cast. A thought then crossed my mind, I began to imagine that I was one of those boys. Standing in this hall, not giving a fuck about feeling gay or who saw me. I imagined that the other boy was Justin and that the exchange that we had before had resulted in the same wild and carefree sexual release that I had just witnessed from these boys. Moments later the song that got them so energised had finished. They left arm in arm towards the seating area in the indoor courtyard. My chubby started to disappear as I began to scan the room again for the boy who was living in my imagination.
It was a devastating blow for me to see that Justin was near the front stage in a very passionate lip lock with Castile, a French girl from the second floor of our block. Don't get me wrong, she was beautiful and didn't deserve the swelling hatred that was boiling inside of me. But I couldn't help it, my head was fucked. With a d*unken tear fuzzing up the vision in my left eye, I moved myself out of the hall to the back corridor where I lit a cigarette to calm myself down. Was this lad playing me?! I asked myself why I was so bothered, I knew he had a girlfriend back home, why was this making me angry? Yes, he was doing the dirty. And from what I found out a few days later, it was very dirty. When they got back to the dorm Castile treated Justin to night of vaginal and anal sex. In Justin's words "I was fucking between both her holes swapping one to the other and back again. It was amazing! Never done anal before! Fucking loved it!" On questioning where he finished he replied with "I filled her fucking arse mate, up the bum no babies init!"
Still, this shouldn't have gotten me so upset. And after a word with myself, I shrugged it off and accepted that my position was one of a luckless wretch and that I should go back to the bar and get another pint of happy juice.
But first, I needed a waz! So just as I was finishing my fag I start going downstairs to the toilets when an interesting flyer caught my eye immediately. It was a picture of a very muscular, tanned, big bulged hunk in his jock strap. Looking around me incase anyone saw me pick one up I quickly grabbed this soft core filth and read what it had to say. It was an advert for a student discount and a 'student night' at an establishment in Liverpool called "Splash". It stated proudly that it had a wet and dry sauna, jacuzzi and gym as well as a cinema room. What that all meant I wasn't too sure, and after reading it about four times over again without quite grasping its secret message I decided to place the flyer in my back pocket and look at it again another day.
In a symmetrical movement, lower down the stairs, another fella was looking at the same flyer. He too placed the flyer in his back pocket and began to climb the stairs towards my position. He was slightly older than me, probably around 20, but about the same height as me at 5'11". He had very light brown hair, possibly described as 'dirty blond' in some circles, and a short muzzle of facial hair that tightly hugged his square jaw that gave him a sexy mature look. He was wearing a cream patterned shirt that was tucked into a pair of tight blue jeans. His belt buckle was a slightly geeky addition of a Superman logo that prominently sat above his flies. The buckle was slightly tight on his hips causing his jeans to pull in at the top of his pubic area and his cock and balls to push out further down. He caught me glancing at his groin, and knowing that he knew that I knew that he'd picked up one of those flyers, he smiled with intent. Without even thinking about it, because I knew that he knew that I knew he'd picked up that flyer, and I knew that he knew that I was staring at his dick bulge. So I smiled back. This quite good looking man, is still smiling at me. And then he winks at me! And I start grinning like fuck!
What the fuck am I doing. It was a strange moment where no words were spoken, but a hundred things were said. However my feet were deaf to this exchange and they continued to carry me down the stairs towards the toilets.
I walk into the bogs, walk straight ahead to the pissers in the middle and get my cock out. There were only a few lads in there at that point in a room with about 40/50 piss stands. I had my back to the entrance and immediately behind me was a short reverse wall with more piss stands.
My cock was definitely chubbed up after that exchange. And looked pretty decent sticking out of my jeans when I was looking down. I began to piss with a powerful rush through my semi hard dick when to my right hand side someone stands immediately next to me in this near empty room.
Without looking up, I see the visitor next to me unzip their blue jeans and reach inside for their man meat. He pulls out his swollen sword with his right hand and pulls back his foreskin over his thick rod to reveal a narrow bell end, that resembled the head of a missile, in full view of me. A tiny trickle of pee escaped this man's cock, as though his bladder was already empty. He began to shake his dick in an odd back and forth movement rather than an up and down maneuver and in doing so caused his prominent appendage to swell even more.
I look up at the face of the owner of this gorgeous fucking sight to see the bristled trim features of the man on the stair case. He looks at me, then down to my cock, back at me, then down to his cock. He began to wank his now near rock hard dick quite firm and fast. He was around an 8 inch kind of guy with a gentle curve to his upper left. I began to emulate this man beside me and in a flurry of horny instinct began to wank my cock at the urinal as well.
I plucked some courage from deep within me and began to reach out towards the loins of my new silent best friend. Before I could reach for heaven, he moves away, as though telling me in penile semaphore that this wasn't the place for that, it was too exposed.
The beautiful scruffy looking man in the cream shirt tucked his stiff cock behind his loosened belt buckle and covered up the muffin cock with his smart shirt. He then casually walks to our right hand side down to the toilet cubicles where he looked at himself in a scuffed up mirror. I somehow got the message, put my tadger away and began to meander in his direction. The man, who was staring at me in the mirror, then moves off and goes into the far cubicle on the left, but leaves the door open. Without missing my cue, I walk towards the door, heart racing with anticipation, sweat now flooding every nook and crack of my body, to peer into the occupied cubicle.
There before me was not the good looking man on the stairs, now he was a very much exposed, half naked, sex God! His jeans were around his ankles with CK boxers resting on top. His hairy legs were firm and his cock, omg, his fucking cock man! I had never seen a cock so hard before, other than my own. As I walked into the cubicle, and closed the door behind me, I felt the hand of an angel guide my body to worship this wondrous vision. The omnipotent force guided my young soul to my knees on the piss soaked floor. Before me was everything I craved, everything I wanted, everything that would make me feel whole and complete. I reached forward and placed my hand at alter of this mans shaft, and within my hand I began to wank this god's cock. "Fuck!" I keep saying, amazed at the sight of having a man's hard cock in my hand for the first time. "Fuck!" The hand of my guiding angel once again came to be. My face was getting closer and closer to his solid cock. The tip of his bell gently rolled around over my right cheek, previously untouched by any genitals of any kind. He guides the head of his missile to my virgin lips and begins to rattle the entrance of my cavity with his now throbbing nob. For the third time my angel gently pushes against the back of my head and encourages me to give pleasure and worship to this man.
I'm not sure where I learned how, but by the noises the man I had inside my mouth was making, I seemed to be a natural. It was unbelievable, more than what I ever imagined. It was warm and more wetter than I'd predicted with my syliva being fished out of me with every pull back to his thrusting hips. My man reached down and held either side of my head, I had a feeling what was coming and was ready. With a pull of his hands and a jolt of dick he pushed himself deep into my throat. He used my tonsils and the back arch of my throat to pleasure himself with. I could feel the blood in his veins surging in my mouth. I felt him. I felt all of him. It was as though we were spiritually connected. I knew my duty. I knew he was about to cum, I could feel it rising from his hairy tight balls up to the back of his dick. "Oh God he's going to cum!" I think to myself. "Oh God!" "Oh God!"
He pulls his massive dick out of my face and on the return thrust proceeds to anoint me with the thickest, whites, saltiest, creamiest cum you have ever seen. Beads and beads of cum covers my face, gets shot inside my mouth and catches me in my left eye. I clear my eye and look up at my lord as he wrings the last bit of cum out of his magnificent weapon on my chin.
He pulls his jeans up, tucks himself away, rubs my hair as though to say "Good job" and then unlocks the door and walks away without saying a word.
I lock myself back in, sit on the toilet and think about the act that I have just committed. The stench of seamen all over me as reminder to my guilt. I cleaned myself up as best I could and tried to dry my knees. Paranoia was with me for the rest of the evening, incase I'd missed clearing up a bit of spunk. But a few more pints of happy juice in a dark corner of the hall allowed me to think over what I'd just done.
Whatever it was, it was right and I wanted more!
Out of nowhere, Justin appeared infront of me "Where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere?!" |
