College m/m oral anal
This story is completely fiction; it is the story of a college student and his sexual pleasures and adventures. If you are not 18 or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now.
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This story will conclude with Chapter 12.
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Every now and then Terry would pass me in the hall or catch me in the lounge and whisper, "I'm going to shave at 3:00." I'm sure there was at least one time when he didn't need to shave at all. He just wanted to suck and fuck. That was okay with me! I never got enough of his sleek swimmer's body. Or his hot dick in my ass. Or mine in his!
Zach was doing a little better adjusting to life as a closet gay. He was quieter when other guys were around; he still was mostly silent when the subject was sex -- as it frequently was -- but he didn't make all the judgement calls he had before, not just about "queers" but about anything. I don't think anyone else noticed the change. They just weren't interested in Zach enough to care. And he continued to amaze me with those powerful cumshots! He could almost always get at least at least one in his mouth -- and this was while he was sitting down! He never asked to fuck me. But he often indicated he wanted a fuck. He loved my dick up his ass.
But he needed to get a little more. One day when I saw Terry, I asked him if, the next time he shaved, I could send somebody else to him. He asked me who I had in mind and looked surprised when I told him it was Zach. I told Terry about taking Zach's cherry, about his powerful cumshots, and about his love of getting cock up his ass. Terry agreed. After a little coaxing, so did Zach. A few mornings later I saw Zach with one huge grin on his face. He nodded at me, and I knew he'd gotten a great fuck from Terry.
With spring coming soon, guys were running up and down the halls -- or hanging out in the lounge -- with less and less clothing on. Okay by me! Tank-tops appeared again, too, showing off shoulders, biceps, and pecs. Of course, shorts appeared, too, even in classes. They had been frowned upon for the classroom -- the religious conservatives ruling the place as they did -- but that rule was relaxed, and I think some guys were wearing shorts to class not because they would have otherwise, but just because it was finally allowed.
Chris was one of those who dressed for spring. T-shirts, not tank tops, but they really accented his chest. Shorts, too. Of course, we still hung out in our room a lot in our briefs, and we often saw each other naked. But he just didn't seen interested in jacking off anymore. In fact, he seemed to carefully and deliberately avoid the opportunities. I got a whole new perspective on Chris one Saturday, though. We'd gone to a movie -- we didn't usually do that -- and we walked back to campus. I got the impression that the movie was just an excuse to spend a little time together and that he had something on his mind. We talked about some personal stuff on the way back -- like we used to. It was like he was apoloziging for his cold behavior toward me, but without really saying it. I decided there wasn't anything more than that on his mind.
I was wrong.
I woke up the next morning to find Chris watching me from his chair on the other side of the room. I got up, showered, and came back to the room. Something was different. Chris was still sitting there, in his briefs, when I walked in with the towel around me. When I moved to take it off, he said, "Wait a minute."
I stopped and waited for more. But he seemed embarrassed.
"What is it, Chris?"
"Um...I just want to talk is all," he said.
"So I shouldnt' get dressed?" I asked with a grin.
"No," he said. "I mean...don't."
I sat on my bed, well aware that he could look up my towel and see about everything I had. So what? He'd already seen it.
"It's my fault," he started. I was silent and let him continue. "I shouldn't... I was really embarrassed about... you know... sucking." He cleared his throat. He was looking at the floor, not at me. "I didn't know what to say. I didn't know if I should have... liked it... or been disgusted with myself. Or guilty. Or something." He began to sound angry with himself that he wasn't really saying what he wanted to.
"What I mean is... Look, you're the best friend I've got in this place. I like... I value our friendship. But I keep thinking that maybe... I..." He stopped. His eyes remained on the floor.
"What you mean is that you want to do it again?" I offered.
"No. I mean, yes... I mean, yes, I do... but that's not what I mean..." He paused. "Shit! It shouldn't be so hard to say!"
"No, it shouldn't. Just say it, Chris. Whatever it is, say it, and we'll still be friends"
He started to stand up; then he sat back down. Took a deep breath. "I think I'm gay, Jerry."
My first thought was not 'good!' or 'wonderful news' or anything. My first thought was, "Fuck, what have I done? My best friend all fucked up about his sexuality because I got him to suck my dick! This great guy... all I did was confuse him, mess with his head..."
What I said was, "You think? You're not sure."
He looked up at me with red eyes. And that frightened me. What have I done here?
His voice was weak but clear, quiet but firm. "No, I don't think maybe I am. I am. I'm gay, Jerry."
I felt my heart sink into my stomach. I never intended anything like this to happen...
He started talking about high school, dating and all the problems, uncertainty about how to behave with a girl, about how to approach sex with a date...
"You know when I told you I was getting pussy from my girlfriend here? I wasn't. I was seeing a girl, but I never even tried anything. She... She got to feeling me all over one night and finaly pulled out my dick and sucked me off. And I felt guilty! Guilty! About leading her on... about... not knowing..."
I couldn't say anything. I couldn't find anything to say.
"And when you and I got... well, really intimate... well, fuck, when you sucked me, even touched me...that was what satisfied me. When you let me suck your dick... That was what I wanted to do, Jerry. I ached to suck your dick, and I was afraid to say it or even think it. But I'm not... I have to see what... who... I am. I'm gay. I just know it in my gut."
He stopped, and the silence was unbearable. Finally, I said, "Chris, if I've done anything to make you... to cause confusion... to mess you up... I'm sorry. I didn't intend that to happen..."
"Fuck, Jerry!" He stood up. "You're not fucking listening to me! Look at me, Jer. I'm gay. I want sex with guys. I don't want girls. I was fooling myself all the time. I'm a queer, Jerry."
He voice was breaking and wavering. I could actually see him shaking. What could I do? I liked this guy so much... Best friend I ever had... who really cares about what happens to me... I stood and went over to him. I put my arms around him, and he hugged me to himself so hard it hurt. He was crying softly. "You didn't do anything to me, Jer. You just let me find out what I needed to know."
We stood there, holding each other. It occurred to me that at this point I would have a hardon with any other guy. Not now. This was different. I finally began to rub his back. "Here, Chris, let's sit down." I sat next to him on his bed.
"I'd look over there," Chris motioned toward my bed, "and I'd think, 'He knows who he is, and he's secure about it. Happy with it.' I have to be who I am, Jer. And I want to be happy with it."
Now that brought tears to my eyes.
"Jerry, would you just... lie down with me. Just hold me. I don't want sex, not now. Just hold me, please..."
And I lay back with him against me -- a really tight squeeze in a single bed. We were as close as we could be. I had one arm around his chest as I nestled against his back. I rubbed his chest now and then. My towel had fallen off at some point, and my cock was getting hard now, pressing against his ass. Not now, I thought. This isn't what he needs now... I'm sure he felt it. He held my hand with one of his tight against his chest, like it was the lifesaver keeping him from drowning. I felt him breathing... his heart beating...
We stayed like that a long time, so long that I think we both fell asleep. I woke up with a start, and I felt his butt wiggling against me. I was hard again. He rolled over half on top of me and looked me in the eyes. He moved his face closer to mine. I waited. It had to be his move, not mine. He touched my lips with his. They were soft, warm. The first time we'd kissed. We moved only slightly, just so our lips could more fully meet. I felt his arm go around me, cup my ass. He pulled me tighter, and as I felt his hard cock in his briefs press against my naked dick, I felt his tongue lick softly at my lips.
"I want this so much, Jer," he whispered with his lips moving against mine.
His tongue licked along the length of my lips and then pressed against them. I opened for him. Our tongues met slowly. We didn't lick. Our tongues just met, touched. His hand on my ass pulled me tighter yet. I let his tongue move into my mouth, move deeper, letting him go and do as he pleased... Then I raked my tongue along his, and those two warm, sensitive tongues moved a little faster, moved a little deeper. I felt like he was licking everything in my mouth, almost frantic to taste, feel... And I moved with him. There was more passion in that kiss than I'd ever known before.
When we parted a little I could feel that my lips had been pressed so tightly to his that they were pulsing. His eyes locked onto mine, I felt his hand move down between us for my cock. He held it, squeezed it. Then he whispered to me, "Make love to me, Jerry."
We rolled so that I was on top of him, and we resumed our kiss. It was slower this time, more measured, softer. There was more time to enjoy the taste, the feel, the warmth, the wetness. His hands were around my back, and he moved one down to my ass, squeezing my cheek. I moved my groin against him, and in a moment we were grinding into each other. We let the kiss end as we focused on where our bodies were meeing down below. His hard cock was still confined in his briefs, and I could feel how wet they'd gotten from his precum. I raised my hips, holding myself up with one arm and moving the other to work at his briefs. I wanted to feel his hot, naked cock against me! He moved an arm to help, and I lost balance and fell onto him. I would have fallen off the bed if he hadn't grabbed my waist and held on.
It was dumb. But we started giggling like a couple of kids. We wound up so tangled against each other, and laughing so hard. It's dumb, maybe, to say so, but at that moment I felt more intimate with Chris that I ever had.
"Hey," I finally said, still laughing. "We're a couple of bright college students. We ought to be able to figure this out..."
We did. We pulled both mattresses off the beds and pushed them together on the floor. Our sheets were all tangled, but who cared? We met in the middle of our new bed, on our knees, and kissed again. Both naked now. Warm skin to warm skin. Tongue to tongue. Cock to cock. Thigh to thigh. We fell back onto the bed, and this time Chris was on top. He began to kiss my face so rapidly, I didn't know where his lips would be next. My cheek, the other one, my forehead, nose, chin. He licked my neck, and I felt it deep inside me. He moved to my shoulder, then moved his tongue into my underarm. He knew I loved that. He worked both nipples with his lips and tongue, left a river of moisture down my middle. He moved slowly, but when he got to my groin, he immediately sucked my cock into his mouth.
There is something about the way a guy sucks you that lets you know what's next, what he wants, what he needs. I let him suck me and groaned at the wonderful tension he was causing in my dick, my gut, my balls. His hands were all over my thighs as he sucked, like he was trying to touch everything at once. I knew he wanted it all, everything.
When he slowed a bit, we rolled over, and I got on my knees between his legs. I just looked down at him for a minute. One of the most beautiful guys I've ever seen. Strong and gentle, forceful and sweet. And gorgeous. I traced a finger from his lips down the center of his chest to his bellybutton and his pubes. I combed through his pubes with my fingers for a moment, then moved my hand to his cock. He was so hard. Was it possible that he was harder than I'd ever felt him all the times I'd sucked him? I moved my face closer to that beautiful dick and then licked the little lips. He moaned. I opened my mouth and took his cockhead in, washing it around and around with my tongue, tightening my lips around the crown and pulling it toward me. Then I sucked him slowly in.
"Mmmmmm Jerry Jerry Jerry oooooo..." His voice was low and soft.
I moved my lips down that hard shaft until I felt his cockhead at the back of my throat. I swallowed against it, and he groaned at that new sensation. This was not the best position to do it, but I wanted to deep throat him. I took a deep breath, opened my throat, and let his cockhead in... down... swallowing against his shaft as it kept my throat open...
"Gaaaaaaaa... o fuck ooooo..." He instinctively moved his hips up a bit to get his cock further down me. But it was too difficult to do it that way, and his cock slipped out. I continued sucking as my hands went around his butt cheeks. I held each warm cheek in a hand and pulled him to me as I nursed on his hot dick. He was moaning as though he were in pain. I let one finger move into his crack. I found his entrance. I massaged that tight pucker as I contintued to suck slowly. He pressed his ass back on my finger.
I didn't want to enter him dry, even with just my finger. I pulled up. Yes, he wanted it.
"O god, Jerry, fuck me! Be inside me! I want you there!"
I moved away a moment to get some lube out of a drawer. He let me roll him over. I set the lube aside for a minute. I spread his asscheeks and finally saw what I'd been massaging. His pucker was darker that the skin around it. His ass was almost hairless, but there was a ring of tiny hairs around his tight hole, as if framing it or marking the bullseye. I leaned in, kissed both of those warm globes, pulled them apart again, and pressed my tongue against his hole.
"Omygod omygod... fuck fuck fuck yesss..." His voice was high, soft, pleading.
I licked around his entrance, moved the rough top of my tongue across it and then the smooth underside across it. I pointed my tongue and pressed against the bullseye, and it tightened, refusing entrance. I licked around and around and pressed with my tongue flat; then I flicked my tongue down and pointed it again, pressing. The puckered skin moved a bit. I licked for a long time, listening to Chris' quiet moans, smelling his musk, tasting him...
My back was hurting when I sat up. I put a little lube on my finger and rubbed it around his hole, then a little more on my finger. I circled it, rubbed it, massaged it, tapped it gently, repeatedly... And finally I felt the ring loosen slightly... I pressed my finger in and was surprised that it went in to the second knuckle. Then I remembered fingering my own ass while I jacked off, and I realized that Chris had prepared himself a bit.
My finger tip moved over the smooth, silky tissue inside him, and I moved my finger so that tight tunnel would spread just a little. When I felt the ring of his ass slacken even more, I told Chris to get up on his knees, rest his shoulders and arms on the bed, and give me his ass. I quickly moistened my finger with more lube and returned it to its place inside him. I pressed the side of my finger against his ring, relaxing it. When it was time, I moved a second finger inside. The ring resisted it, but it was too late. I was in. I felt the ring flex against my fingers and twisted them around, moving that tight ring, spreading, stretching...
I don't know how long I continued that, but when I felt he was ready, I used my third finger for a while. His ring was stretched more now, as I circled my fingers around. When I pulled them out I immediatley replaced them with a wet thumb, then the other thumb. Right in front of me. His virgin ass was giving up. His tight hole was relaxing. My thumbs circled inside his ring, moving, stretching. His ass was begging for my cock. I could feel his ring pulsing against my thumbs.
I lubed my cock and lay the cockhead against his hole. I told him to stay still and tell me if it hurt too much. I pressed my cockhead against the ring. It hadn't closed all the way when I had removed my thumbs, and it was ready to receive something thicker. Or as ready as it would ever be. I pressed my cockhead into him until, suddenly, his ring snapped shut around the crown of my cock. My cockhead was in!
"O god Jerry... I feel it o god yes cock in me o yesss..."
I stayed still for a moment, then began to slowly slide inward. His slick tissue slid against my cockhead as it shoved its way in, invading an ass that had never known such an invasion, fucking into a hole that was finally opened for the joy of fucking, entering that place in him that had never been entered, that was never supposed to be entered.
I could tell the pain was increasing. I stopped for a moment, but he begged me to continue. I slid in a little more, then more. His tunnel had never known anything like a cock before... It was opening to a brand new experience... spreading, if reluctantly, for the cock that owned it for the first time...
Then I was in. All the way. My cockhead was pinched by his love tunnel, and my pubes were pressed tight against his ass. I stayed still so he could get used to it.
"Yea... you're in I can feel it so full so good yeaaa..."
And I began to fuck. Pulling out a bit, then pressing in a bit. Pulling out a little more, pressing in as far as my cock could go. I pulled up until only my cockhead was inside him, waited for a minute, then slid slowly all the way down...
"Ahhhhh Jer yeaaaa..."
It wasn't long before things changed. My cock could take only so much of this ass without firing. So I began to fuck faster and deeper. I began to mutter, "I'm fucking you Chris my cock fucking you fucking your virgin ass taking your fucking cherry..."
His groans expressed the deep pleasure his body knew in a way never experienced before. He began to wiggle his ass from side to side, then he realized that he could press back against me as I thrust in. We began that dance. Thrust in, meeting the ass... out and thrust in... Then my cock took over. Chris couldn't have stopped it. I couldn't have stopped it. Neither of us wanted to... fucking in hard and fast... my cock like a piston in his hole... opening his tunnel each time... in out in out inoutinout...
I felt it. It was about to happen. My gut tightened. My thighs began to quiver. My cock throbbed even harder with each thrust. Every time I rammed it in, my cockhead almost screamed for that gush of relief... Up from my prostate my balls adding to the juice hot along the length of my shaft peelips forced open deep inside... a fountain of cum flooding his ass for the first time... over and over...
"Gaaaaaaa...Chris! o yeaaaa fuckfuck..." I couldn't even control my voice.
That pleasure/pain was repeated over and over as I came again and again. I have no idea how many times I shot. I had this vision of my cockhead clamped tight by his tunnel, flexing open, shooting into him...
It was over too soon. I fell on top of Chris, my dick still buried in his ass. We stayed like that for a while. He was quietly humming his pleasure and satisfaction. Eventually, my dick began to soften, and his ass muscles popped it out. We both groaned, and I fell on my back next to him; he collapsed on his belly. We looked at each other for a long time without saying a word.
Then he raised up his hips. "Look," he said. I saw his dick hanging down, still dripping his cum. There was a huge wet spot on the bed where he had shot his cum. We'd cum together. He fell back down on it.
I waited, then rolled him over. I licked up the cum that had stuck to his chest and belly, and I cleaned his dick.
"Jer... I knew... I never knew... O Jer, it was the most..." He just looked at me, smiling.
Then he lost his smile. "But I won't be able to get it up for a while. I want to fuck you..."
I kissed his nose. "Chris, there's lots of time for that."
And there was.