Meeting Jacque at university.
Chapter 1: meeting Jacque.
I waved to my parents as they drove away leaving me to my new adventure as a university student in the south of England. Ok, thousands do this every year but I was one of the worried ones, feeling like a fish out of water already. I was very green, shy and not very worldly wise. I come from a small family, just my parents and sister, and we lived in a small village in the middle of nowhere, or so it felt. I guess you would describe me as very conservative with a small c – I try to not stand out. This is reflected in the way I dress and what I do, or don't do. However, I knew that I needed to get more confident and that this was probably the ideal opportunity so I was going to make an effort! For a start I had just had a new haircut and I have to say it looked good, and maybe, possibly, on a good day, I could even be describe as good-looking. Of course I would never describe myself as... yes, I need to be more confident!
I got on with sorting my stuff in my hall of residence room. I had a wander around and found a common room where there were a couple of people, a girl and a guy, also looking round so I introduce myself and we had a great chat. Later in the canteen I met a few others – everyone was very friendly and it was going OK- I was beginning to think that this was a good move. I went for a walk round the grounds which were lovely, and down by the pond there was a guy standing who turned round as I approached, beamed a great smile and said hello and asked whether I was new there also. We all were so it was a safe guess but he was very friendly and we had a great conversation. He had an accent which I guessed was French, and I was right. He lived in the UK now but had only moved here when he was 14 – long story for later apparently. However, the most notable thing about him, Jacque, was that he was gorgeous, and I was getting turned on just talking to him.
Jacque was about the same height and build as me, about 5 feet 10 inches and slim. He had a beautifully defined body and you could see this as he wore a tight stretch fitted t-shirt and jeans. The jeans cut into his butt crack defining his gorgeous bubble butt, and the front seam nicely separated his balls showing their rounded profile. His cock looked large and pushed over towards his left thigh. I was finding it difficult not to stare! By now I had a full hardon but I tend to dress in loose shapeless clothes so I don't think it was too obvious.
We wandered back towards our rooms in different parts of the hall and as we separated he said that he hoped he would see me at dinner in the canteen later and what time was I going there. So I said I would call by his room on my way there. Wow, this was encouraging, maybe a friend already. Obviously I was attracted to him sexually too, but that was all still an issue with me – I really didn't know whether I was gay or what, just confused and no experience, well very little anyway. But I was now very excited about working all that out.
I called on Jacque at 6 and we queued up for our food and continued our conversation from earlier. Conversation flowed really well and I was saying way more about myself to my new friend than I had ever done before having only just met. At the end of the meal he suggested going for a drink later and as we parted he squeezed my arm which sent sparks flying through me! Maybe he was just being a tactile French man or maybe he liked me!
As we were leaving to go for a drink he again placed his hand on my back to ushered through a doorway – I liked this but it was a challenge to my no touch British reserve. We went to the nearby pub which seemed friendly and sat alongside each other with our pints. I noticed he sat very close, our legs were touching, challenging my personal space! However, on this occasion I liked it. We got on to talking about how people dress and he said something about how badly all the British dress and how France was so much better for fashion, then realised that I was a fine example of bad British fashion sense! He was suddenly very apologetic and embarrassed but I defused the situation by agreeing that I really was very British and had no idea how to dress! We then talked about clothes and how they should try to combine fashionable, practical, comfortable and enhance the body. He said that he thought I probably had a great body but kept it hidden and that I should let everyone see how good I looked. This was very uncomfortable and he realised but really, he meant it. He then asked if I minded if he felt my chest and before I answered he ran his hand all across my baggy t-shirt and said that I had obviously got great definition and I should show it off. I asked if he meant like his t-shirt and we discussed his gorgeous chest and suggestion of a six- pack which I then felt – it was nice and firm. His nipples showed nicely too but we did not discuss them, but I was so turned on!
And then those jeans I was wearing, they show nothing and he said that he bet I had a cute butt! I said that he was definitely not feeling that in the pub! I was glad I was wearing baggy jeans as I now had a raging hardon. I said that I liked his jeans fit, then felt really embarrassed and we both laughed about how typically British I was being. I said I didn't think I would feel confident wearing clothes like his so Jacque said how did I know if I had not tried wearing any? He pointed out that we were about the same size so why don't I try his clothes sometime and see. So I agreed that I would – coffee in Jacques room the next day and see how they looked.
The next day came and I had introductory lectures in the morning but a free afternoon when I went to see Jacque. I was worried about this as I knew I would get a hardon. Anyway, I turned up and Jacque stated by surprising me with a quick hug. He made coffee and we chatted about our morning then the clothes he wanted me to try. So I stripped off my shirt and tried on a nice black, tight stretch t-shirt. It fitted like a second skin and Jacque ran his hands all over it to check before pronouncing it a great fit on a great body. I was embarrassed and massively turned on. Then the jeans. I then had to say something. I said that I had a hardon and... he interrupted me saying yes of course, no worries, us young guys get hardons all the time and not to worry, it was fine with him. So I took my jeans off and pulled on his jeans, facing away from Jacque. They were a gorgeous pale blue, very tight but again stretchy. I zipped up the fly but my cock was making a massive bulge. Jacque again ran his hands round me, legs, butt then turned round and across the front including my hardon. He said that they looked a perfect fit but maybe not for going out now when I had a hardon. I quipped that maybe I should jerk off to deal with that and he took me seriously. What now? Well, we agreed that we both jerk off lots of the time anyway so why not? I couldn't quite believe we were having this conversation but I was so intoxicated with the sexual feelings that I said yes why not! I turned round and unzipped and started wanking. Jacque beckoned me to sit or lie on the bed so I did and of course Jacque could then see me fully exposed. After a few moments Jacque said "may I..." and put his hand round my cock and wanked me. Nobody had done that before, well only one guy actually..., anyway it sent what felt like electric shocks through my body and moments later I was gushing rope after rope of thick white cum all over my chest, face and the wall behind the bed. "Wow, you needed that!" I think Jacque was not expecting quite such an exploration. I just lay there as Jacque mopped up all the cum. Eventually, I thought - soft cock, try the jeans on again, so I did and Jacque loved them.
"One more thing" Jacque said and he unzipped me, pulled down my briefs too, held my cock and balls and fastened a leather cockstrap round behind my cock and balls. I did everything up again and it had the effect of pushing my balls forward giving a really obvious shape. Ok maybe too much for these jeans but Jacque explained that a cockstrap was sometimes useful for a great profile in tight jeans. Actually, I liked it after I adjusted how my cock was positioned, but wasn't sure I dared be seen out in these jeans. So Jacque proposed that tomorrow we go for a drink with me in his gear to get used to it. I was hesitant but Jacque's enthusiasm won me over.