This story starts a new series of completely fictional stories dealing with sex between and among consenting males of various ages. For any number of reasons, legal, moral, and medical, you should not engage in many of the activities described in these stories.
Not that the thought ever even occurred to you...
I looked forward to beginning college for a number of reasons. Since, being as objective as possible, I was fairly bright, I had been tracked for college since early elementary school. When I was accepted to the University of Illinois, it was as much a relief as anything else.
In addition, I had spent all my life in a very small town. I don't regret a second of the experience, but I was ready for a change.
And one of the big reasons for looking forward to the move was that hopefully I could find more people to screw around with, both girls and guys. With an enrollment of 35,000, U of I seemed to at least have some potential in that regard.
My first home on campus was Oglesby Hall. Although I was taken by the fact that it was the newest facility, I didn't appreciate the drawback of it being at the other end of the known universe from most of my classes until it was too late.
New student week was a blur. Lots of people, still some money left from summer jobs, and no classes for awhile yet. I met a lot of people, and forgot most of their names almost immediately. But some made an impression.
Steve was one of the first people that I really hit it off with. He was from Morton, Illinois, a sort of suburb of Peoria. He appeared to be reserved on the surface, but as I got to know him better he liked to just sit back and observe the goings on around him. It was an air of near detachment that for many was an affectation, but for Steve was his way of not taking life any more seriously than necessary.
It was about the end of new student week when we were in the dining room finishing our institutional lasagna, talking about movies. 2001 A Space Odyssey had just hit the theatres, and with the HAL computer having been created in Urbana, there was an additional tie-in. Neither one of us had seen it, but it was in our plans.
"As much as I would hate to end all the speculation, we could just actually go see the movie" I suggested.
"That might work" replied Steve, "but there is a meeting I was going to tonight."
"Oh, I didn't mean tonight. I've got something else to go to, too. Maybe the weekend. Matinee or something."
"Sounds like a plan. Catch you later."
What I didn't mention to Steve is that the event on my calendar was a meeting of the gay students in the Union.
Now I suspected from reading the available information on student organizations that the gay students group was more political, more agenda-driven, than social. And that's fine. But I was hoping to find some people like myself who were less concerned about defining themselves through their sexual preference than just getting laid as much as possible.
That being the objective, the last thing I wanted to be was on time, or – gasp – early to the meeting. The idea was to be about the last one in, maybe 5 or 10 minutes after the meeting started, so everyone can check you out, and vice versa.
So about 7:00 I entered the Illini Union, walked around for about 5 minutes, and then entered the meeting room through the rear door (no jokes, please).
A number of heads turned, and I returned the more obvious attempts at eye contact with a smile and a nod. I pretended to concentrate on the ever-so-earnest speaker, when there was a tap on my shoulder.
"You really need to get here earlier if you want a seat, Stu" Steve whispered.
That would go down as one of the more WTF moments of the semester. I made a vain attempt to regroup.
"Your meeting over already?"
"Nope. Started about 8 minutes ago, same as yours."
We needed to put a damper on our conversation, muted as it was, so as not to be unduly rude to the rest of the group. But at that point I could – as we used to say – give a shit less about the rest of the meeting.
Finally, the speakers were done, a sign up sheet was passed around – I wonder what happened to the letters they sent to Hermie Melville or Hank Thoreau – and we were out of there.
Steve and I walked together down the Quad.
"So can I ask what you found interesting about the meeting?" he eventually asked.
"Actually very damn little. And I wasn't expecting much either."
"So why go? Got to be enough to do around here otherwise."
"Take a wild guess."
"If I had to take a wild guess, it would be that you went for the same reason I did."
"Being?"
"To scout out the talent."
I laughed.
"So what did you think of what you found?"
"I think there is some serious potential. What about you?"
"Definitely some areas for follow up."
"Agreed. But I think both our roommates are in the rooms studying."
"Damn pre-meds. But I think we could probably find a quiet spot in one of these buildings. Pick - Lincoln or Gregory."
Lincoln Hall and Gregory Hall were two adjacent buildings on the south end of the Quad. Lincoln was larger, and usually had less traffic.
"Lincoln."
We walked into Lincoln, and then took a flight of stairs up to the third floor. We saw no one. A restroom was down the hall about 30 feet to our left. Empty.
"You kiss?" I asked. Some did, some didn't.
"Come here and find out."
The answer was yes, and well. As our tongues played together, we groped our denim-covered cocks which were trying to rip out of our jeans.
"Let's get in a stall, just in case."
I quickly grabbed the seat, which gave me first dibs on cock. Steve pulled his out – a nice, cut 6-incher – and I went to work.
Ordinarily when it's someone I like and it's the first time, I really want to make the blowjob a work of art, something that would hang in the x-rated section of the Louvre. But usually those occasions are not in a public bathroom.
So a quickie it was. But his cock and cum were no less sweet for the haste.
After I had milked the last of his juice, we switched places. Steve's oral skills got me off in no time, and my knees nearly buckled as I shot my load down his throat.
We got everything back inside our jeans, got all zipped up, and then left the bathroom just as someone was entering. We did our best to keep a straight face, although the look we got suggested that we were not all that successful. Too bad.
So at least I had made one sexual connection that seemed likely to keep me from going too long without getting my rocks off. The fact that he was a good guy as well was a bonus.
Not that it was in any way easy. With 50 other guys on the floor, you couldn't really be overt. Having to coordinate our class schedules, our roommates class schedules, and our sexual activities should have gotten us at least one hour's credit. Would have stood out on a transcript, for sure.
Once classes got started the semester really started to fly by. Late October and early November saw midterms hit, and then we started into cruise control before Thanksgiving break.
It was about two weeks before Thanksgiving that Steve gave me some news.
"Hey, you know they have that science thing down here next week?"
That "science thing" was a program for hyper-intelligent junior and senior high school students to spend some time visiting campus. The part in the movie about the HAL computer being invented in Urbana was not all that far-fetched. The Illinois faculty collected Nobel prizes like the Southern California backfield collected Heisman trophies, although they probably made less money doing it.
So the more they could expose the school to the best young minds, the better. At least that was the theory. And thus the event that was called – for obvious reasons – "Nerd Weekend" – although any one of them would have explained how that was incorrect because the program began on a Thursday and technically the weekend didn't begin until a Friday until you stuffed them in a closet to shut them up.
"Yeah, I know. You planning on getting smart or something?"
"Nah, too late for me. But my brother and one of his friends are coming down."
"Lucky you."
He smiled. "Maybe."
I was puzzled, and he did nothing to solve it.
"I made need a favor, though."
"Such as?"
"Ed (Ed was Steve's roommate} is going back home to get an early start on Thanksgiving. But I still need another bed."
"Luck is with you. Jim (my roomie) is heading out, too."
"So you don't mind putting up with a 13 year old for three days?"
"As long as he doesn't make too much noise with his slide rule we'll be fine."
I didn't give it a lot of thought after that. I was taking 19 hours, an overload, and was a James Scholar – an honors program of sorts – and so was using what for most students was a blow off period to try to maintain some sort of acceptable academic standing. Running a mini youth hostel was not exactly on the front burner.
But as happens before Thursday, Wednesday rolled around. With both of our roommates gone, having set a school record by cutting out 8 days early for Thanksgiving, we were able to get some rather leisurely sex in after lunch.
One of the things you learned to do when engaging in sex – any kind of sex – in the residence halls was to put the mattresses on the floor. The beds were on rollers, and usually right against the gypsum board walls. Figure it out.
So it was that Steve and I were laying on the floor in his room, his cock still in my ass, when the subject of the weekend's logistics became inevitable.
"I figure my brother will be in your room, and his friend Dan with me."
"I could give a shit less, but I would have thought the opposite."
"Hey, you'll really like Tim. And it gives him a chance to get to know someone new."
"Like I said, I could give a shit. What time they getting in?"
"My folks were going to bring them down tonight after supper. Probably about 8:00."
"O.K. I'll make sure all the women are gone. Or at least dressed."
Steve started laughing.
"Thanks, but you know that was really lame."
"I know, but..."
Phone. Not a reach over and pop it open cell phone, but a black sit on the desk and the cord comes out of the wall phone. My ass bid adieu to Steve's cock, and I got dressed and headed to my room to get my books for my 2:00 class. As I left, I could hear him engaged in conversation with someone wanting to sell him a newspaper subscription.
The afternoon came and went. Then supper in the dining room. Baked spaghetti. (Didn't we have regular spaghetti for lunch yesterday?) Then a little studying in the basement library.
The library wasn't much of a library. But it was quieter than most other places in Oglesby Hall. And you always stood the chance of meeting a girl from neighboring Trelease.
I had dozed off with my head on my linear algebra text – it seemed to work as well as actually trying to read it – and was awakened by Steve tapping me on the shoulder.
"So that's your study secret."
"Don't tell anyone until I publish the research."
"I thought you were suppose to publish and then make up the research."
"That's only for federal grants."
"Ah, o.k. Hey, company's here."
We hopped on the elevator and went up to fifth floor. Tim and Dan were in Steve's room.
They were both about 5'4". Dan was a blonde; Tim had Steve's dark hair. Both wore glasses. They probably didn't weigh 200 pounds combined. I noted neither pocket protectors, nor extensive acne, so they didn't qualify as geek poster children.
"Gentlemen, welcome to Oglesby Five."
"Thank you" Dan offered. Tim remained quiet, his apparent reticence not that far removed from his brother's normally reserved behavior.
"Tim, you wanna go put your stuff in my room?"
"Sure." He speaks.
We walked down the hall into 511. I gestured to Tim to make himself at home on Jim's side of the room.
"Closet's not locked so if you need to hang some things up feel free."
"Thanks."
Apparently the stores were not enforcing a limit on plaid madras shirts because it seemed like that was the only thing in Tim's suitcase. Not that I didn't have one or two in the closet myself.
Tim emptied his suitcase and slid it in the space between the end of Jim's bed and his desk. The rooms in the residence hall would have made an Apollo astronaut claustrophic, so having room for one extra thing was a bonus.
"So let's go see what Dan and your brother want to do."
"I think maybe not now," Tim answered.
"Why do you think that?"
"Cuz they're probably getting it on."
WTF Moment Number 2.
"They're what?"
"I think you heard me," he smiled. Great smile. "They like to play around with each other."
"O.K. That would explain..."
"That would explain why Dan is staying with him, yes."
"So I guess we won't be meeting them for breakfast."
"I hope not."
"Why is that?"
"Cuz I want to be playing around with you."
WTF Moment Number 3 over and out.
I am rarely speechless, but this was too much too soon.
"Steve says you're great. I've been wanting to make it with you since he told me I'd be staying here."
I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I was beginning to feel caught up in a sort of sexual hurricane. I turned out to be right.
"Well. What the hell. Why not?"
I locked the door, and then, with Tim and I each taking an end, we took the mattresses off the bed and made a sort of queen-sized play area on the floor.
Throwing my clothes in the general direction of my bed – or at least the non-mattress portion – I stripped and turned to check on my soon to be new lover."
WTF Moment Number 4 I have died and am proceeding to heaven.
Sticking out from between Tim's legs through a still expanding patch of pubic hair was a fucking fire hose. Except this fire hose was standing almost straight up and was over 8 inches long.
"Tim, we are going to have a great weekend."
I knelt in front of him, almost in homage to the most magnificent cock I had ever seen. I ran my hands over it like an archeologist who has unearthed a long-lost treasure.
"Are you going to suck it? A lot of people like to suck it."
Where to begin with something like that? I put one hand on the base, not that the thing needed any support, and use the other to guide the tip into my mouth. Knowing that I could in no way take all of him, down my throat anyway, I took my time.
I very tenderly worked the head of his cock with my lips and tongue. Around the head, an inch or two up the shaft, a little tickle on the piss slit, then repeat. Repeatedly.
"That's nice."
I relinquished my prize long enough to say thanks, but quickly resumed my duties.
"Can I suck you, too?"
Since a verbal answer would have required taking Tim's dick out of my mouth, I carefully rotated my body until my cock was in his face. The subtle hint was not lost.
Tim had some degree of skill, and a lot of eagerness. That is a tough combination to beat under most circumstances, and this was no exception. He was taking it quicker than I might have under the circumstances, and that, coupled with the incredible sexiness of the moment had me near an explosion.
"Tim, you're doing great, but you may want to take it a bit easier. I'm almost ready now."
"I know. I want you to cum right away, so we can fuck."
I caught his drift. So we can fuck, meant so I can fuck you. Oh my God.
"You want that up my ass, do you?"
"Yeah, and you want it up your ass, too."
Well, what is life without a challenge.
"Then you better finish sucking my cock then, hadn't you?"
Tim probably did not need the extra encouragement, knowing that me getting my rocks off was the only thing keeping him from royally screwing my ass, but he rose to the challenge. It took less than two minutes, and I had fired my load down his throat.
"Good work, amigo. First time I'll bet."
Tim laughed. "First time was a while ago. But I'm glad you liked."
Now the moment was at hand. There were storage drawers, the rooms being too small for dressers, built into the beds. I reached in and found the never-far-from-me and in this case absolutely necessary jar of Vaseline.
"You know what to do with this, right?"
"Just roll over, you'll see."
I've always like laying on my side when I take it up the ass, seems more leisurely. There are times when I like it a little more vigorous, and will be on all fours or leaning against or over some wall or piece of furniture, but vigor in this case might have proved fatal for me. This one was gonna be as easy as I could take it, considering what was going to be going up my ass.
Tim started by wiping the lube around my asshole. Then he added more, and inserted one, and then two fingers to loosen me up a little more. I guess I must have let out a satisfied sounding moan because I heard him ask "you like?"
I think I answered "mmmm" or something else that could have been interpreted in the affirmative, because I felt what had to be a third finger enter. The little SOB was gonna have me ripped in two without even using his cock.
"Showtime, Tim. Let's get fucking."
I could feel what I thought was Tim applying some more Vaseline to his dick, and then I felt the head of his cock at my asshole. Here goes.
"Slow and steady, Tim."
I felt the initial penetration, which given the working over Tim had given me with his fingers wasn't as much of a shock as it might have been. Then there was more, and more, and still more. Glorious.
"How are you doing, Stu?"
"I'm getting fucked by the hottest cock on the planet, how do you think I'm doing?"
"You think I'm hot?"
"Tim, if you weren't already illegal, you'd have to be outlawed."
"You don't mind that I'm not in high school or college or anything?"
"Are you enjoying this?"
"Yeah, you know that better than anyone."
"Anybody making you do this against your will?"
"No."
"Then what's to mind. Anytime you don't want my cum down your throat, or your cum up my ass, just say so. Otherwise enjoy."
"Speaking of my cum up your ass..."
"Yeah, back on topic. How are we doing?"
"Halfway in, little more, little less."
Halfway. Sheez.
"Let's get it all in, then you can do some pounding."
Tim grabbed my hips to get some more leverage. I could feel his dick going, in the cliché of the day, where no man had gone before. And few since.
"Done. Now time for you to get seriously fucked."
Tim started out with slow, gradually lengthening strokes. Even after a number of years, and a number of cocks, I still struggle trying to describe the feeling. It was just off the charts.
His strokes started getting longer and more violent. I had never experienced anything like it; each thrust felt like it would tear me apart. Needless to say, I loved it.
I laid there with my eyes closed, moving my hips back to meet his strokes. I could hear his breathing quicken, then stop. I knew what was next.
"Don't yell" I cautioned, just in time.
Tim turned his head and grunted, growled, you name it, into the mattress. He was quiet for several minutes.
"How're you doin' back there?" I asked.
"I'm great."
"I'm supposed to say that."
Even Tim laughed...a little.
"You liked it, huh?"
"Liked is not the word. I was in heaven. You know I'm gonna need this again before you leave."
"I hoped you would say that. I'll bet you wouldn't mind doin' me sometime either."
"Well, I wouldn't turn you down, that's for sure."
The phone rang. I usually don't like getting out of bed to answer phone calls, especially if it involves leaving a naked partner unattended. But I had a hunch who it was.
I was right.
"So, did you and Tim hit if off?"
"Let's just say you're in my will."
"Why don't you two think about getting some clothes on? We were gonna head out to Mr. G's and get some pizza."
"Yeah, as if you're dressed. See you downstairs in five."
The four of us met in the elevator lobby at the appointed time. Everyone had this JBF look to them that would, if anyone had been paying attention, been a dead giveaway to the evenings activities. The lobby was, however, empty.
We walked across Florida Avenue, traffic being light, to Steve's car, and headed to Urbana for our pizza. I usually prefer the thick-crust Chicago style pizza, widely available on campus, but sometimes the think crust, square-cut variety had its appeal. And I had worked up a serious appetite.
As drank our pitcher of Pepsi and waited for our pizza, Steve and I sat there observing the almost giddy looks Dan and Tim exchanged with each other. While I hated to be the one to have to break into their reveries, there was the matter of the purpose of their visit to discuss.
"Hey, far be it from me to be an adult or anything, but where do you have to go tomorrow for this program, and when do you have to be there?"
Dan reached into his jeans pocket and retrieved a heavily folded piece of paper.
"It says South Lounge Illini Union 9:00 a.m. They are going to take us around to places from there."
"So you need to leave Oglesby at 8:30, latest."
"Shit" said Steve. "I've got nothing tomorrow until 11:00."
"I've got an 8:00 trig class in Altgeld..."
"Idiot" Steve interjected.
"True, but I still have to go. You guys can either walk up with me and hang out in the Union for an hour, or go later by yourselves."
"What are the chances you two are going to get up on your own?" Steve asked.
Tim and Dan looked at each other.
"Zero" Tim answered.
"Or at least approaching zero" Dan agreed.
"O.K. I be your native guide. You eat breakfast, Dan?"
"Usually."
"Tim?"
"No. Wake me up at maybe 10 after 8."
"Done."
The arrival of the pizza ended the logistical phase of our discussion. We spent about 20 minutes in small talk mixed with food consumption and then returned to Oglesby.
We said goodnight to Steve and Dan, then retired to my room.
I made no comment to Tim, but stripped and flopped on the mattresses, this time taking a sheet, blanket, and pillow with me. He soon joined me.
"So Steve figured we'd get it on, huh?"
"Yeah. He kind of watches out for me."
"How's that?"
"Well, you know I'm kind of..."
"Yeah. Very much so."
"And he's worried that I might attract the wrong kind of person."
"I can see where that would be a problem. So am I the right kind of person, so far anyway?"
He leaned over and kissed me.
"Steve said you liked that, too. And that's a yes, by the way."
I leaned over and brushed my lips against his.
"Good. But there is an obvious question, albeit none of my business, really."
"I know, and the answer is no we don't. We jerk off together, and sometimes one of us will watch the other do it with someone else, but Steve and I have never made it. I think he's conflicted a little, me took, maybe."
"Well, however you've worked it out, seems like you're doing pretty good."
"You liked the blow job, huh?"
"Yeah. As they say, I never had a bad one, but you are a talent."
"Thank Dan. We practice a lot."
"I will remember that. Now do you want to get it on again, or grab some sleep? Morning will come earlier than you think."
"I was gonna say you could suck my cock for a few minutes, but then we'd be back at it. Let's get some sleep. We've got all weekend."
Tim rolled over and faced away from me. He made no objection when I slid over beside him and put my arm around him.
"Good night, lover." I gave the back of his neck one last kiss.
"Night."
I woke up about 7:00. I hadn't set the alarm clock, but ordinarily I am not a late sleeper. I threw on a robe and grabbed a towel and headed off to the bathroom to grab a shower before breakfast.
There were about 6 showers on each floor. Unlike some of the older residence halls, there was an individual changing area for each shower. I usually took the farthest unoccupied one. As I walked to the end of the row, I heard someone else in one of the stalls.
"Hi, Stu."
"Morning, Dan."
I leaned over and whispered "I see Steve let you escape".
He whispered back "yeah, and you left that cock of Tim's all by itself in your bed".
"What could I do, it was too heavy to lift?"
Dan laughed. Then he pulled his robe off and turned to face me.
"I bet this would be easier to lift."
His dick was maybe half the size of Tim's, but was fully erect.
"I can think of other things to do besides lift it" I answered.
"Like what?"
"Like stand on this bench and find out."
Dan was standing on the bench in an instant. I bent over just a little, and started slipping his cock into my mouth. Just exquisite.
However, before I could get really into sucking his cock, one of the bathroom doors opened. I ducked into the next shower stall, hoping that whoever it was had just come in to take a leak. No luck. Shower time had begun in earnest.
Dan and I finished our showers about the same time, and as we walked out the door into the hallway he whispered to me "Tim and Steve's folks are driving down tonight to take them out to dinner. You're gonna be stuck looking after me."
As if I was going to pay attention in class anyway.
This is, if you enjoyed it, the first installment in a new series of completely fictional encounters. I really appreciated the feedback from Beginnings I - VIII. Let me know what you think about this. Thanks.