Please Note This is a story. None of the characters in the story exist and the events that take place are purely imaginary.
WARNING:
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Always indulge in safe sex.
Learning new strokes at University
It was mid-August the waiting was over, I got on my bicycle and rode the mile to school full of anticipation about my A-Level results. As I got to the school entrance I saw a small group had already started to form around the notice board where the results were posted. I parked my bike and walked towards the group; some people were smiling broadly, others looking slightly less pleased. I pushed through to the front and nearly fell over with shock: I had gained 3 A grade passes and a grade B pass in the four subjects that I had taken. I knew what this meant. I was escaping from the small village where I lived and going to University!
"Well done Mark," a voice said from behind me, "given any more thought to going to Oxford?"
The voice was my History teacher who I liked enormously and who had inspired me to study and love History.
"Thanks, sir but no I'm quite happy to go to Bath."
"Pity", said my teacher but he didn't press the point. He knew that I disliked the school and many of the rather snobbish people who went there. "I'm sure you'll do extremely well there."
"Thanks, sir, better go home and tell mum."
I saw a few of my school mates and was pleased that my results were as good or better than those who had tormented me for being something of a 'country bumpkin' with a funny way of speaking.
That had all occurred over a month ago and now I was on the train to Bath and looking forward to starting my studies. Being a 'country bumpkin' was not my only secret. I had known for some time that I was gay and hoped that escaping the small village I lived in I would be able to explore that side of my life more effectively. I was not ready to 'come out' or join in but at least I would be my own man and living in a hall of residence. My final 'problem' at school had been the fact that I was circumcised and of Jewish descent unlike all the fine upstanding Christian and uncut gentlemen that attended the school. At University I'd be with others like me both in terms of sexuality and religion. I never really thought much about faith and was more of an agnostic but the rites and duties of my faith still lingered.
My mum was a widow and we were not well off and had no car. I had to travel to university by train with my suitcases and I would have to return to collect my bicycle. I arrived at Bath and was transported to my hall of residence by a courtesy bus. Mt first surprise was that my room in the hall was bigger than my room at home and had en-suite facilities.
"Ace! My own bathroom and shower!" I thought before going out into the corridor to meet my neighbours. The boy next door to me was as fair as I was dark and really good looking wearing light blue jeans and a T-shirt. He smiled at me and spoke in a friendly voice,
"Hi, I'm Andy, from Birmingham. Where are you from?"
"I'm Mark Newman. I live near Liverpool", I replied.
"Great isn't it? I can't wait to find a willing bird and shag her to death. It's my first time away from home. Your's too?"
I nodded agreement being careful not to comment on the idea of shagging a bird.
"I was going to explore. Want to join me?" Andy added.
I nodded again and followed him as we looked around to see other groups of students doing much the same thing.
Fresher's week and registration passed quickly and I gathered a small group of friends both in hall and outside. Then it was time for the course to start. I was disappointed at first as the course covered some of the ground that I had already studied. However I got to know a few more people and then one day Andy my neighbour asked me if I had ever played squash. I told him I hadn't but being interested in sport I was prepared to learn. Andy lent me an old squash racquet. I was saddened that he suggested that we go changed so I didn't get to see him changing but agreed to play and we went to the court close to the hall of residence. I was not very good at first but gradually improved and by the end of my first term I could hold my own against Andy. I decided that over the holidays I would try to acquire a squash racquet of my own.
My sex life during the first term was virtually non-existent, although the en suite facility made wanking easy. I fantasised about having sex with several of the people on my course but being shy and afraid of exposure and rejection never approached any of them. I got one glimpse of Andy's cock in the whole of the ten weeks.
"When you come back after Christmas. You should join a squash ladder and play other people." Andy suggested. He explained how the ladder worked and I thought it was a splendid idea.
I returned to University after the Christmas holidays complete with a new squash racquet and better equipment and joined a squash ladder straight away. In the first two weeks of term I played everyday and my game improved immensely. I made steady progress up the ladder and met and played a number of very pleasant fellow students. The changing rooms at the University squash courts were large and there were showers there. I got to see a fair amount of cock when I was playing against other students but the place was always busy and opportunities to take matters further were rather limited.
Life was also better in study terms as I was now dealing with an area of history I had not studied before and fully enjoying it. We also had a new seminar class teacher, much younger than the teacher from the previous term. He seemed to be a research student and only a few years older than his students! He wore tight jeans and he seemed to have a nice package. I liked looking at it - discretely of course and so that the others and he wouldn't notice.
In the second week I had to present the topic for discussion and also had a game of squash immediately afterwards, yet another game against someone on my squash ladders. I was late getting back from lunch but arrived at class just in time and carrying my squash things. The class went well and as I was packing up and preparing to rush to the squash courts, the teacher whose name was Nick came up beside me,
"Good presentation, Mark. Didn't know you played squash, perhaps we could have a game some day? I'm a relative novice at the game."
"OK. But I'm not all that good either", I replied. I was always keen to play new opponents as I thought the more I played the better I would become.
So, that is how a few days later I was arranging with Nick to play him the next day. He would come to meet me at my hall and we would play on the court nearby which I had booked. A few minutes before the appointed time there was a knock on the door and Nick stood there changed and ready to play. I was not ready so I asked him to wait while I quickly changed into my squash things. He sat on the bed as I quickly changed into my jockstrap and shorts and pulled on a tennis shirt. I was not certain whether he got much of a look but I made no effort to hide what I had if he did want an eyeful.
The game was a good one and, although Nick was stronger at some aspects of the game, we proved evenly matched. After an exhausting 40 minutes we had to stop as the next players were waiting. So we returned to my room hot and sweaty and ever the polite host I offered Nick the first use of my shower, which he gratefully accepted. He disappeared into the bathroom but we continued to chat and I caught glimpses of his body as he took his sweat-covered shirt off and removed his shorts and jockstrap. Then I heard the water begin to flow and decided to get my own washing things together. As I did so I noticed that Nick had left his towel in his bag. I thought to myself that I might still get to see more of him than I dared hope. I had stripped down to my jockstrap and was gathering my towel and soap but just then there was a shout from the bathroom and Nick was asking me to pass him his towel. I went into the room and Nick was standing with his back to me as I handed him the towel. However I couldn't help noticing that Nick had a hard-on. He was uncut but the head of his cock was virtually uncovered and the sight of his hard cock made my own cloth covered prick begin to harden too. Nick noticed that I was looking at his cock but made little effort to cover it up. He knew that I was looking at him and he turned round to face me. As he did so he smiled and said quietly,
"Is the door locked. If not lock it and then come back properly undressed! Your dick's going to burst that jockstrap if you don't do something about it"
I left the bathroom and quickly checked that the door was locked and when I was certain that it was I whipped off my jockstrap, allowed my now hard prick its freedom and walked back into the bathroom. Nick was out of the shower but still naked standing close to his unwanted towel on the floor. He smiled at me as I entered and looked at my hard prick and said,
"Mmm nice dick but a bit sweaty. Why not take a quick shower and I'll wash your back for you if you like?"
I didn't like to tell Nick that I was a virgin but did as asked and turned the water on. As the water washed over me I felt Nick's hands move gently down my back, his movements sending shivers through my spine. I also felt his rock hard cock pressing into my thigh. I had never been so excited! I felt ready to cum and I hadn't even touched my prick! My cock was bouncing and throbbing uncontrollably in front of me.
Nick continued to work on me and must have known what effect he was having on me because he spun me round and looked at my now wildly throbbing prick, knelt down and swallowed it in his mouth. I felt a dull but very pleasurably pain grown in my balls and spread up through my prick shaft and before I knew what was happening I was cumming, shooting my spunk straight into his mouth. Cum in his mouth, cum on his face, my prick sprayed cum everywhere! Nick was licking it up furiously as I slumped towards him feeling weak at the knees from the force of my very sudden and speedy climax. Nick caught me before I hit the floor and helped me back into the bedroom and onto the bed.
"First time?", Nick whispered to me and I nodded and he smiled and added, "thought so. We'll soon get you under better control"
I was feeling better now and my rush had passed. As I looked down I noticed that Nick's cock was still rock hard. In the excitement of my climax I had not realised that he had not yet cum. I leaned closer and took hold of Nick's cock and started to slowly wank him off. Nick's cockhead was well slicked with greasy pre-cum and I found it easy to work the foreskin back up and down over his pink glans. Nick moaned encouragement as I began to work my hand faster up and down his length.
"Play with my balls, Mark", he groaned. I did as he asked using one hand to gently fondle his balls and the other to pump his cock. After a few moments I noticed Nick's breathing began to change and realised that he was about to cum. Nick's body tensed and seconds later hot shots of cum flew out of the end of his dick and landed on his body and my hand.
Nick took my hand and dipped it into the creamy jizz on his body and helped me swirl it round. When he had come down from his high, he whispered to me,
"Ever tasted cum before?" I shook my head and head and he went on, "want to try?"
Tentatively I moved a finger from his stomach to my lips and licked a bit of his cum into my mouth. It didn't taste too bad so I took some more, encouraged by Nick's comments,
"That's it Mark. Eat my cum. Next time we play 'squash' you'll be able to try to suck me off while I do you. First times are always the worst. Next time you'll last longer and get to learn to suck cock. By the end of term you'll be a fully paid up member of my sexy boys club!"
As he said this Nick noticed that my prick had already begun to harden, no doubt encouraged by my own wanking of Nick. I was still very sexually aroused and Nick needed no second invitation as he worked himself round so that his face was level with my prick once again. He took it slowly into his mouth as I looked straight at his now flaccid cock, covered by its protective foreskin. As Nick worked his magic on my willing hard prick, I tentatively licked the head of Nick's soft cock. It began to harden to my touch and, as if by magic, the skin began to peel back off the head as it did so. I could hear Nick moaning as he continued to service my prick and I emboldened myself to take Nick's now exposed cockhead between my lips. Nick gently forced more of his cock into my mouth a she continued to work on mine. I was lasting better this time but still knew I would soon be ready to cum a second time. I began to wank Nick's shaft as I sucked the top of his cock and Nick must have realised that I was signalling my own approaching orgasm. Nick's head bobbed faster on my cock, his hands worked my balls and we were a study in motion as we both strove to finish each other off. As before I came first, shooting a second rather less strong load into Nick's eager mouth. This time, however, Nick was not that far behind and I received my first mouthful of cum as his cock spurted several large creamy globules of jizz onto my tongue. As we recovered our breath we both sank back on the bed exhausted.
As it turned out I was a fast learner and in less than four weeks I had reached the top of the squash ladder and gained my reward from Nick in the form of my first fuck. My marks in history weren't all that bad although Nick prudently suggested that I should move to another class. As he pointed out it would be safer all round. Also he suggested that we met at his flat because it was quieter and the walls in the hall of residence were not that thick and any noise we made might easily be overheard. Finally, as he had implied earlier I got to meet other members of Mark's sexy boy's club, but that's another story!
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