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First Freshman Fuck
I went to university looking for sex. I wont deny it. I have always known I was gay. I was never confused, and never shy about it. I had no illusions about how this was going to be either. I didn't expect to have a hunky roommate who would fall into my arms half hour after helping me unpack. It was unlikely I would spot some sexy jock walking across campus who had fought with all his sexual urges until I walked into his life, and I was pretty sure a wouldn't be getting a lecturer sucking on my dick to up my grades either.
I chose Manchester as my city of choice. It had a good reputation, is an amazing city, and home to one of the biggest gay scenes in Europe. So with 10,000 gay guys to work my way through, I figured I was going to have my hands full for the next 3 years.
Fresher's week came around soon enough and while most of the students went to local bars to meet and greet, I dressed myself in some half decent clobber and headed over to where the gay bars were. I was always proud of the way I dressed and tonight I was out to impress. I chucked on the obligatory white vest and some baggy denim jeans, made my hair look scruffy cool and finished off with a leather effect style jacket before heading out on my own to find me some fun. I had made a few friends so far since my move, but they were all straight and I didn't mind going out alone.
It was easy enough to find the place. As soon as I heard Dancing Queen playing out of one of the clubs I knew I had stepped over the rainbow. I had no idea where was good so I let myself get dragged into the first bar I came to along the strip. There was a drag queen outside pulling in punters with the promise of a free shot, and it seemed as good a place as any to start. I paid my door entry, got my hand stamped and walked into the bar. Half of it was quiet, a bit like an old style country pub, the other half was more of a disco area. It seemed quaint enough so I ordered a drink and went to stand at the end of the dance floor.
There was plenty of eye candy on show but everyone seemed either paired up or off their face already. A couple of older guys came over and tried a few lines, but I politely declined and carried on watching the action. I spotted a guy a recognised from my swim session the previous day and decided to go over and say hi. He was very good looking, but not really my type. He swam, like me, which gave us a bit of a common ground, but like me, he had a very slim and defined swimmers build. I prefer my guys to be a bit more muscly up top, and a hairy chest sends me right into orbit.
I walked over, careful not to get stepped on by a group of guys doing the Time Warp, and tapped my acquaintance on the shoulder. It was a bit of a risk really considering we hadn't spoken the day before, and he may not even recognise me, but it was too late now, and as he turned to face me his eyes lit up and he swung his arms around me. I could see some of his friends eying me up curiously as their friend held onto me. When he finally pulled away, he turned to his friends and beckoned them towards us.
"Guys, this is Ste, he is on the swim team with me."
His friends said a few polite hellos and then kinda carried on dancing around us. I was a little shocked that he knew my name. I had no idea what his was and felt rude asking.
"Hey man," I said, "sorry for interrupting you. I was just wondering if you knew of any decent places to go around here?"
He looked me up and down, still smiling as though we were old friends and he hadn't seen me for years.
"Stick with me fella, I will sort you out." he said, before grabbing my arm and pulling me towards his friends. He said something to a few of them, then dragged me out towards the door. When we got outside I asked where his friends were.
"I told them I was taking you on a tour of Canal Street and I would be back in a bit." he said sounding half excited, half drunk.
"I'm sorry" I said, "I don't even know your name." My cheeks flushed red and he could tell I was embarrassed. He laughed a little before telling me his name was Joel. We walked along making small talk about swimming and studies until we came to a bar just up the road. I looked up at the sign and saw it was called Queer. "that's a good start" I thought to myself as we walked inside.
This place was a lot nicer than the first place I went into. A lot more modern, and with a younger clientele. Without even thinking, my eyes scanned the room for totty and they came down to rest on a guy stood alone near the far wall. With the disco lights flashing and the people dancing around it was hard to get a proper look, but I liked what I saw so far. He stood at about 6ft3 with short cropped hair, black shades, a strong jaw line with a bit of designer stubble around the chin and a big thick neck. This guy worked out hard I could tell.
As we walked towards the bar, more of this guy came into view. His shoulders were broad and covered with a black skin tight t-shirt. So clichéd but hot nonetheless. His pecs were bulging and his body went down in a v shape towards his denims. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I didn't want to. But I was snapped out of my daze by Joel, asking me what I wanted to drink. I gave him my order and waited. I kept staring at the guy who had caught my attention until he came back with the drinks. I was being so blatant, but I didn't care. I wasn't one for playing coy and pretending to look away. As soon as I saw what I wanted I went for it. When the hot guy turned and caught my gaze, I held my stare strong, silently telling him he was coming home with me. Sometimes all you need is a look. Words get in the way of what a tongue could be doing, and by my look, he knew exactly what I wanted. As we stared at each other, his lips turned up into a grin, and that was all I needed. I dropped my stare and turned my back to face Joel.
"So you come here often?" I asked him, like a cheesy chat up line.
He told me the story of how he had always lived in Manchester, and decided to study here because he loved the city so much. From what he was saying, he knew every bar and club inside out, and knew exactly what places to be seen in. I was glad when he told me about his boyfriend because it wouldn't make anything awkward if he thought I may be interested in him. We chatted for a while, and the more we talked the more I liked him. He seemed a decent down to earth guy, if not maybe a little camp. But hey, camp never harmed anyone, and he was a nice guy. I could do with friends like him in a new town.
Joel and I carried on chatting for a while longer, and all the while I carried on ignoring the guy I had fucked with my eyes five minutes previously. When Joel got a phone call and decided to take it outside, I decided it would be a good time to go over and speak to the guy I had spotted. There was a nervous 2 seconds where I worried that he would have left without me noticing, but as I turned and looked at him he was still staring my way with that cute little grin of his.
I made my way through the crowd of dancers and leaned against the wall next to him. The walk over had given me plenty of opportunity to check him out again, and the more I saw, the more I wanted. His arms were like tree trunks and I couldn't help imagining him pinning me to the bed and fucking me into next Friday.
"You on your own?" I asked nonchalantly, not even really looking at him.
"Yea." he replied. "That your boyfriend you were with earlier?" he asked back, obviously referring to Joel.
"Just a friend." I replied. "showing me around. I'm new here."
"Funny, you walked in like you owned the bar." he responded with a laugh.
"Confidence is the key." I joked back.
Like every awkward conversation, the small talk was starting to bore me, so I decided to take the initiative, and I grabbed his hand, leading him onto the dance floor. I liked to dance, but in a room full of skinny twinks I was worried this guy would stick out like a sore thumb. I needn't have worried though because he was quite the mover. The music wore on and with every beat we ground into each other, and danced like lovers. The thing is though, we weren't. Yet.
Every now and then, I would move my head in such a way that it seemed like I was going to kiss him, but every time he moved in to kiss me back I would dance away, deliberately teasing him and building up the chase. He knew I wanted him, but he was also starting to work out that he wasn't just going to be able to have me. So I'm a cock tease. I know that. But I only tease cocks that I want to play with.
Joel came back in saying that he would have to go get his friends, but we swapped numbers and planned to text each other later on. Once he had headed back out the door, my guy went to the bar and got us a couple drinks. We continued dancing, I continued teasing, and he continued plying us full of vodka. The more I drank the more I danced. And the more I felt his hard on, concealed in his jeans pressing up against me, the more I teased. I could see the frustration building in his face, but I still wouldn't let him kiss me. I wanted to work him up to the point where he would start going wild.
After about another half hour of dancing, I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in towards his lips. Just as he was about to kiss me, I moved my mouth to his ear and whispered
"You wanna get out of here stud?"
It was all the encouragement he needed. He grabbed my arm so fast that I dropped my glass and it smashed all over the floor. I couldn't help giggling to myself as we pushed through the crowd and out onto the street. Works like a charm every time. I didn't even have time to gather my thoughts before he had me in the back of a taxi and was driving us off to some unknown destination.
When we got to his place, I instantly recognised it. I had only lived around here a few days, but the place he took me was the street behind my dorms. "Very convenient" I mumbled to myself as he fumbled with his keys and led me into his apartment. That was the last proper thought I managed because as soon as the door was closed he threw me up against the wall and pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. I didn't fight it, just let him kiss me roughly as I kissed right back. I watched his arm muscles flex as he pinned me to the wall, not letting up with his grip.
The kiss lasted for a few minutes before he started to pull my jacket down from my shoulders and off my arms. I stood there kissing him in my vest and baggy jeans and contemplated taking his t-shirt from him, but decided to let him go on with his domination of me. When he finally let go of his grip on me, he started fumbling with my jeans, feeling my hard on through the denim and rubbing it up and down.
As he pulled his lips away and stopped kissing me, I just stood frozen to the spot, stunned at how good it felt. Without speaking, he led me into a room just off the hallway. He didn't turn the lights on but from the dimly lit street lights pouring through the window I could see it was his kitchen. His apartment was nicely decorated, and looked very expensive. The finer details of the layout were lost as he pushed me into one of the work tops and started kissing me again. There were no words. Just noises of lust as he drove his tongue deep into my mouth. His hands were pulling my vest up and exploring my body. He felt along the trail of hair that led down into my pants and back up towards my nipples, pinching them hard and making me moan into his kiss.
At first I was using my hands to balance myself on the worktop but when I felt I had steadied myself, I reached out and felt his body. His torso was hard under his shirt and I could feel the contours and ridges of his muscles. He kept pushing my hands down towards his cock, but I kept pulling them back to his stomach, carrying on with my teasing. I wanted to work him just enough so that he would fuck me senseless. I reached under his vest and felt his stomach. He was coated in hair and it felt amazing as I rubbed my fingers through it.
It didn't take long for him to find his way back down to my denims, and with one quick motion my belt was quickly unbuckled. With the force of a bear, he yanked down my jeans and ausiebums letting my raging hard on spring lose and slap against my abs. I was proud of my 8" and thought he would be too, but he didn't even look at it. He reached out and wrapped his fist around it, yanking back and forth, rolling my foreskin up over the head and back down. He held on to my dick for all he was worth and his tight grip got me into such a frenzy that I was meeting each of his strokes with hard thrusts. By the time I reached forward for his belt, he had already undone it and had his trousers around his knees. I grabbed hold of his throbbing cock and felt it pulse in my palm. His dick was thick as fuck and I had trouble getting my hands around it. It was probably about 6 inches long, but the thickness is what was really getting me off. I couldn't wait to feel him stretch my tight hole with his dick and fuck me hard.
The frenzy of the foreplay had us both panting and sweating, and we grabbed at each others cocks like we were fighting for our last meal. without warning, he grabbed my head and shoved me down so that I was facing his fat prick. I didn't need encouragement to eagerly take it into my mouth and within a second I was eagerly gobbling on his tool. He wasn't long enough to really gag me, which is a good job because he had a hold of the back of my head and was fucking my throat like a ramrod. I slurped and sucked and tasted his pre-cum as it leaked out of his dick. I reached up and grabbed his balls and began rolling them between my fingers. They were hairy and I wanted to lick them so bad, but I couldn't get my mouth off his dick long enough to give it a go.
When he finally let go of my head, he quickly pulled me up to eye level and started kissing me again. I was sure he could taste his dick on my tongue and I loved the thought of it. As we were kissing, he was manoeuvring me further into the kitchen. Before he had even pulled his tongue from my mouth, he spun me around and slammed me face down over a breakfast bar. I was pinned over and loving every second of it. I felt his fingers begin to play with my hole and I was aching for him to put them inside me and fuck me with them, but he only explored a little before pulling them away. He let up on his grip a little before I felt him breathing near my fuck tunnel. With one hand he reached around and started whacking me off and he used the other to plug my hole as he dove his tongue in and licked and sucked on my ass. It felt amazing and I was letting out loud moans as he did so. I could feel the rush building in my balls and knew if he kept it up I would end up unloading my nuts.
I didn't have to worry too much though because as quickly as he had started, he pulled his tongue away and moved away from me. I stayed bent over the breakfast bar, trousers around my knees and shirt hitched up to my tits while he went and got something from a cupboard. To this day I have no idea what it was, but he wasted no time in rubbing it against my hole and lubing me up good. I scooped some away from my ass and grabbed hold of his dick, making sure it was good and greased up. He pulled my hand away after a short while and started to aim himself at my hole. I had taken a few big dicks in my time, but this was by far the thickest. He grabbed onto my hips to steady himself and slowly began to inch into me. The feeling was amazing and I clenched my ass muscles to tease him as he went in. it struck me that this was the only time in the whole night that he had been gentle with me. I preferred it rough anyways.
When his dick was buried deeply in my ass, he let go of my waist and stood still for a second. I could feel his pubes brushing against my ass and I clenched around his dick to get him moving. Any thought that this was about to get tame got thrown out of the window when he quickly grabbed the back of my neck and pinned me down to the worktop. My hands flung out in front of me and grabbed on to either side of the breakfast bar as he began to gain speed and pound in and out of my hole. With every thrust my dick was rubbing up against the unit and causing an immense feeling in my nut sack. With his left hand pressing my head down into the counter, he used his right hand to pinch on my nipples. His grip on me was so tight that he had a job getting his hand under me to get to them, but he managed it somehow.
The feeling of orgasm was building and building and I knew I was going to shoot a hot sticky load pretty soon. I worked every muscle in my ass to try and make him bust his nut inside me and I could tell it was working by the moans. He thrust into me with such force that I was sure I would have bruises across my ribs from where I was bashing into the breakfast bar, but I didn't care an ounce. I love showing off my war wounds after a good hard fucking.
The need to let loose a bucket load of cum became too much to bear and as he picked up his pace and grunted that he was going to shoot his load, I knew I could take no more. As my hard prick rubbed up and down between me and the cupboard supporting the breakfast bar I felt my balls tighten and I let out an almighty moan as I unleashed my junk and sprayed rope after rope of hot jizz out of my dick. It covered my lower stomach, pubes, dick and balls, and the more he fucked me, the more it was being rubbed over the cupboard.
I was on a high from the fucking I was getting, and my orgasm was so intense. I kept clenching my ass around his fat throbbing cock and I felt him finally unload jets of warm spunk deep into my gut. My hole was on fire and I loved every last second of it. I could feel his dick throbbing inside me and getting slicker as he got softer, before he finally pulled it out of me and fell back onto a stool. My ass felt empty and I could feel his seed start to leak out of me.
I stayed in the same position for a few minutes, smiling to myself and unable to move from the ravaging my ass had just taken. When I finally did move everything ached. I pulled my jeans up from around my ankles and made my self look presentable. If this is the start of what Manchester has to offer then I was going to be one very happy chappy. I couldn't wait to go out again tomorrow night.
I turned and flashed a smile at my stud, then turned and headed out of his apartment. I shut the door and headed home. I didn't even ask his name.
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