Like a lot of kids in a small town, my options were limited considerably. Coal country Pennsylvania, can best be described as rugged. There is a beauty to it, despite the mines leaving remnants of a scorched earth. Families with the same last Lithuanian or Russian names, are prevalent, along with architecturally aesthetically pleasing churches. Most towns people go weekly, and continue traditions, since their ancestors arrived in the new country. Older folks still speak their other languages, and my Czech family was no different. Air quality despite less mining wasn't healthy, and our drinking water needed to settle, before it cleared out. As a kid I was lucky to have mostly responsible parents. Both were high school teachers, but they never forgot their humble roots. Mom and dad had met at the local college, and I was lucky enough to have an older sister. My folks supplemented their income with odd jobs, so a lot of times after school, Kristyn would cook dinner. She's seven years older than I am, so when I was accepted to Penn State, she was already married with kids of her own. My folks mellowed with age, despite their alcoholism, which was part of our community. It was not uncommon, to see men passed out next to an abandoned storefront. Guys with booze in their brown bags, literally were everywhere. Money was hard to come by, and I was lucky enough academically, to get a full ride to my desired university.
Growing up, I had to act straight. Homophobia was a genuine issue, and there was no support for guys like me. Did I know I was gay? Yes and my sister did too, but to her credit my secret was safe with her. She knew as I often played with dolls. Thankfully mom and dad never discovered this. I would probably have been kicked out, or at the least faced constant disdain. My folks were quite religious, and in an Orthodox Church, being gay is the worst possible sin. It bothered me immensely. Yes I had some fun with a friend camping, and in the high school bathrooms. Yet nothing compared to my desires. I would watch gay porn and finger myself, and loads of cum would fly out so aggressively. Pent up I even used a cucumber, as I had no real choice but to improvise.
Mostly at school I hit the books. According to my principal and guidance counselor, I was the best student they had. At graduation I was the valedictorian, and that speech was a nerve racking affair. Looking at my fellow classmates and faculty, it was not an easy task. Science and mathematics came to me intuitively, which left me with lots of hours in the library, to learn as much was possible. Yet having to hide who I was, was a challenge each and every day. I had crushes on male classmates, but aside from a couple times rubbing one out with another guy, I desired to bottom for a man so intensely. We are as humans sexual creatures, and I dreamed of a guy taking my virginity. I wasn't really scared, but fascinated with the idea, of another guy inside me. Watching porn I used to blow loads watching a young man get hammered, and I also had an oral desire to put a man's cock in between my lips. For now it was mutual hand jobs here and there, but I yearned for something more substantial.
In high school I worked at McDonald's. Here I meant women and men, who said I "was cute." Diminutive in size at 5'6, thin, I always thought my green eyes and blonde hair were what got the compliments. They were nice, no doubt about it. Some of my coworkers said, "you have this presence about you." I still to this day don't understand it, but I believe that they meant charisma. A lot of times I was shy, but there were moments of confidence too. Our manager awarded me an award, for record sales several times. It wasn't due to smarts, but rather a desire to work hard, and to please people. Always wanted happy customers, and did all I could to cheer up my all older coworkers.
It was good to watch the Golden Arches, in the rear view, from the back of my dad's pickup truck. A ratted out Ford F150 crew cab, I was so excited to be a freshman at a big town. State College is to most a small village, but to my environment it was akin to Manhattan. They had traffic lights, stop signs, parks, and shopping malls. We had a general store, gas station, and the McDonald's. So thrilled riding with my folks, and the few possessions I had. Going on campus is seared into my memory. Here once the folks were gone, I could be my own person, and the gay student alliance sponsored multiple events. This was the opposite of my small close minded community. It was liberating, and I couldn't wait to meet my roommate.
Was a day earlier than him, but Bill and I had chatted on the phone a few times. He lived in the huge city of Philadelphia, but definitely was super chill and humble. Crying parents driving away, I was now in the dorm room with my clothing and not much more. Discreetly I used the hot shower, shaving my pubic area. This always made me rock hard, and my cum went down the drain, as the hot shower water went with gravity. I had been shaving this area for over a year, and preferred being smooth. Looking at myself in the mirror, I traipsed back to my room with only a towel and the grooming kit. That night I finished my mom's dinner, and read a book before falling asleep.
As the sun shined through the window, my eyes and body took some time to get started. It was a deep sleep, but I put clothes on, to go to the cafeteria. They had so many choices. Felt like I had made it to Heaven, as I got all kinds of breakfast foods with coffee. Was surprised but the meal was delicious. Being from a small town, my green eyes got bigger walking around campus. Finally met my advisor, who was an obese but jovial gentleman named Todd. He had graduated from Penn State, and made sure my 15 credits of classes were explained to me properly. He didn't make me feel like a dumb hick, which had caused me hours of angst and consternation. Turns out he also had a bachelors in mathematics too, so we did hit it off well. School classes were scheduled just a few days away, but I left his office feeling determined and ready.
Finally met Bill back at the dorm. His parents had already left, but we hit it right off. He was going to be the starting center fielder, once Penn States season began. I was in awe, as he also played football. He thought I was joking, but he accepted that I literally didn't know what "being a redshirt freshman meant." Bill made me feel at ease, as I wasn't a sports junkie, and explained his passion for these sports. A good looking guy with brown hair, nice brown eyes, and a muscular frame. He would get the ladies, no doubt about it. Tall at 6'3 and built, he was going to break a lot of hearts. Was happy to find out he wasn't a dumb jock, and he was also a mathematics major as well.
I asked him "how do you combine a love of academics and sports?" "I don't sleep." He wasn't kidding, because as the first weeks flew by, he would workout in the gym late in the night. Yet the next morning he was fine with 3 to 4 hours of sleep. To his credit he got me into jogging. I couldn't keep up with him in sprinting, but it was Bill who got me into running. Thanks to him I entered a 5K race, and did fairly well for a nerd. This boosted my confidence, and also helped me to make more friends. Classes were shockingly difficult at the beginning, but eventually everything fell into place. My grades were all honors, and the classes were huge. One of my classes had two hundred students, and it was in an auditorium. Dr Eppel's calculus was my favorite. He had a great sense of humor, which previously I had never experienced in a math curriculum. His weekly syllabus had jokes.
Trigonometry was so challenging though. As I spent hours at my dorm desk, working on equations, quite often I was alone. Bill was as I predicted a hit at frat parties, and he probably was banging different women regularly. When I saw him on campus, he was always with young ladies. Continuing to literally be at my studies constantly, I was getting fairly pent up. One Saturday I walked off campus to the adult store. It was an eye opening experience. Yet the lady at the counter, didn't blink when I bought a few vibrating dildos. What was once in a brown bag, was now stretching my hole, as I masturbated regularly watching on my laptop. Still I lacked the courage to join the gay student alliance. I mostly kept to myself, but would occasionally play dorm friends ping pong. The building had a nice recreation area, and sometimes a group of us would watch movies. I had some acquaintances or dorm friends, but mostly stuck to my studies. It was nice getting occasional calls from my parents, aunts, uncles, and Kristyn. My sister was very supportive, and even sent care packages of cookies and candy.
Fall moved to winter, and classes were a rhythm now. Bill was back studying more, and I was able to help him out. Apparently athletics was catching up with him, but he was a quick learner. At first I had him square in the jock category, but he also showed profound interest in stars, and also in quantum physics. He had a geeky side, that I found rather sexy. It was difficult when he was wearing only briefs, which he liked to chill in the dorm with. He was very well endowed, with a washboard abs, that I so dreamed about. When he wasn't around, I thought of him with my lubed up vibrators, and came so much and with intensity never previously experienced. One night I had a wet dream with him kissing me. Woke up sad that it wasn't a reality. Finally I got some booze and beers, from an upperclassman, to drown out my sorrows. There were guys I knew to be like me, but I desired him with every fabric of my being.
There were plenty of gay guys, or even ones who tried to hide it. One frat party I got hit on, but I just felt like a fish out of water. I felt good, but maybe there wasn't enough liquor in my system. He was handsome, but there was no real connection. Reading the bathroom stalls in the Markham Center, I could see a lot of writing on walls for hooking up. This got me excited, and I couldn't wait for classes to end, as what some of the men wrote legitimately turned me on. Even a blowjob in a stall, had me in a a state of delirium. I always kept things downlow, but yes some of my classmates in the locker room were handsome and also had gorgeous everything. My eyes pretended to look elsewhere, but peripheral vision is 20/20.
I awoke to Bill next to me. Wearing only his orange briefs, he kissed my lips, and touched my nipples. Was this really happening? The room was hot, and his bed was empty. He jumped back when I woke up, and said "Keith I'm so sorry." Smiling I simply looked and him. "About what?" He looked so absolutely sexy, with his biceps and strong body. Yet he looked down. He was concerned he had taken things too far. The guy was practically panicking, and he started to pace in our small room. "Bill if you want me, take me, as I think you're hot." Did I really just utter these words? I was shaking a little, but my cock was hard underneath my boxer shorts. We talked for awhile, and he explained "I'm bisexual and you looked so good in your bed." Without a word I grabbed his hands, pulling him towards me. Kissing we started with pecks, but soon our tongues met, as I touched his sizzling warm chest. As we kissed passionately, he was on top of me. It was instinctive, and all of our underwear ended up on the floor. I made my move.
Caressing his seven or so inches cock, his penis pulsated in my hands. He moaned and froze as I gently touched his balls, which were absolutely gigantic. Groomed nicely he sighed when I gently massaged his pubes. Before he could resist he was on my bed, and I took his manhood in my mouth. The taste and texture made me even harder, as I remembered to cover my teeth with my lips. Damn I was getting into it, and i loved the musky taste in my mouth. Sucking his balls he howled, and I knew paydirt had been struck. The elastic nature of his sack, and the sweaty salty flavor of his testicles enveloped me. As I kept going down on him, he got even thicker. Fully aroused I had him. Soon he grabbed my face, and we kissed. Looking in each others eyes was rabid desire.
He put me up, and now my whole body locked up as he sucked my nipples. Then I literally went crazy as his warm hands and fingers stroked my erect penis. You never forget your first blowjob, and I was catonic as his wet hot soaking lips made me really horny. It was as if the cosmos had exploded at one time. The sound of him going down on me. I looked and lost what was left of my mind. This was happening, and soon I got lube out. Pouring it on his fingers, I cried out in pleasure as he sucked my now full cock off and fingered me. Trying not to cum. Just kept thinking "hold it in." This sensation was waves of bliss. Scooting on the bed, i knew what had to be done. Him.
With time disappeared, and nothing but us at hand, Bill moaned as I used lube with my hands on his giant cock. He was lathered up and was going to be mine. No resistance as I sat on his throbbing manhood, sliding him inside of me in shallow steps. Inch by inch. The feeling of this was surreal as there was some pain, but I loved this feeling of being in control. His hands dug deep in my cheeks, as I could feel his fingernails imbedded in me. Oh wow this was so different than the dildos, as I felt my insides stretch. It was as if I was watching this happen, despite my eyes closed I was more awake than ever. Up and down I went, and there was a surge of adrenaline and exhilaration. So hard I was, as he pushed up and I felt all of him inside of me. Him and I both moaned, as that cock got larger.
Finally had to face him. His cock popped out, and we kissed so vigorously. Taking him in me, I played with his nipples as we kissed. So natural. So good. His throbbing dick inside me, I played with his full balls. Our lips touching and looking in each others eyes, his pumping became rather furious. Yet we continued, and soon he tensed up. Bill's eyes closed and his lips trembled, and his legs went taunt. His yell and cum inside me, it was so fast and I went absolutely crazy. Riding what was left of his manhood, cumming on his chest. It was so intense we fell asleep together right there, and I finally had scored.