Richard at College

By Mark Stout

Published on Aug 20, 2020

Bisexual

Richard at College 05 Bisex - Gay MM College (My first steady boyfriend)

My name is Richard. I'm nineteen year old college student. It's the end of May and I will finish my freshman year soon.

I had experience a few flings with Glenn and Hope, which was fun, but they were still exploring other people and I was still doing some exploring of my own.

If you want me to detail what I was learning about accounting and literature, you're barking up the wrong tree because this is a story about sex.

Eventually February's icy rain let up and I let myself switch back to the Indian sandals I bought when school started, and by the first week of May I had my white shorts on again.

The rest of the students were back to drug store flip-flops and dark shorts. Sometimes I wondered if I should've gone to an art school.

There were more GSA dances, and since I was slowly learning about something called "cruising", I looked for patterns I could work with. I'd say I like boobs as much as the next guy, but I seemed to be noticing guys more than girls as the weather got better.

I remembered meeting Ian, a junior, back when the swim team did it's beginning of the year group shave. I got the impression then that he was a more stereotypical gay than anybody else I knew, though I'd barely talked to him since then. I saw him in the back at some GSA functions but never at the dances.

I had met Nick back in February at a Valentine's Day dance. I thought he was cute then and we'd danced at a few more GSA functions since then.

At a GSA meeting to coordinate an end of year event, I noticed he was wearing a pair of sandals I'd never seen; I later found that they were Birkenstocks that are only marketed to men in Europe, and he got them online. As soon as he sat down, he kicked them off and sat through the meeting barefoot, which I found sexy. At the end of the meeting I asked him if he wanted to meet for coffee on Friday, and he agreed.

We got each other's stories over coffee.

I found out what his European Birkenstocks were and I told him about where I got my Indian sandals, a block from where we were sitting.

Nick had little experience with women. He had no objection to breasts, he said with a smile, but he had jerked off with friends growing up and by the middle of high school had made out with a boy and even felt like he was falling in love at one point.

Nick had this caramel skin tone and black curly hair, which I had only seen on TV till I went to college. He said that his father is Jamaican and his mother's family was English. He had an earring in his left ear. I asked him if the earring meant anything. He said that it used to be that on the east coast the left ear meant gay but on the west coast it was the right ear but today they're so common it doesn't matter. He said that he just wears it because he wants to.

I asked if he was out to his parents. He said that he tried telling his Mom that he thought he might be gay, but she told him to go learn about the world in college and see how he felt afterwards.

I realized that the next round of questions weren't fit for a coffee shop. Nick agreed and took me to a gay bar.

It was only two blocks further from my dorm than the coffee shop, but I hadn't been there because I was only eighteen and a gay bar sounded like a scary place to me.

The detail that Nick knew about was that it was 4:30pm, and that was important.

There was no bouncer.

The bartender was there, two old guys that looked like they hadn't left since 1977, and a DJ was cursing at his cabling.

Nick got us two cokes and gave the bartender a ten dollar tip.

"We're not drinking alcohol and we won't be here more than an hour", which seems to be the magic phrase for telling a businessman that he's not going to lose his license.

Now that we were safe in the holy sanctuary of a gay bar, we had a filthy discussion of what we had done to other people sexually, what had been done to us, what we liked and what we did not like and what we wanted to try.

Nick became the first person to find out that the feeling I got from being fucked in my ass was the best thing I'd ever felt and that it had me scared that I might be gay, even though I'd enjoyed sex with women and every aspect of women's breasts.

I got a big grin back from that.

It was less than 45 minutes when, lacking any better ideas, we went to my dorm room.

My roommate Dean looked like he was about to leave when we arrived. I talked faster than I ever have in my life.

"Hey! Dean! This is Nick. We're gonna be here for a while. You know the theater down the street has that new Star Wars or James Bond movie, you want to go check that out, huh? And that chick, you know, the blonde with the big tits? You wanted to go talk to her and I think you should go and talk to her right now. Maybe take her to that theater, they might be running a Julia Roberts biography if somebody made one. Doesn't that seem like a GREAT idea right now?"

Dean hadn't ever seen me like this, by the fact that neither had I. He took a minute to think it through, and finally replied, "I'll go talk to the blonde with the big tits about Star Wars".

I put a hangar on the door, for comic purposes if nothing else, and locked it.

Nick and I made out first, then undressed each other.

We caressed each other's asses, pecs and then our dicks and balls.

I eased down so my legs were crossed and started working his dick with my mouth. He was completely hard when he pulled me up and changed places with me. He took his time working on my dick till I was completely erect.

We moved to my bed and I told him that I wanted him inside of me. I handed him a condom and lube and laid flat with my head turned so that I could breathe.

Nick entered me slowly, which was important because he was bigger than my dildo, Glenn or Bill. He got completely in and clearly touched my prostate in a couple of minutes, then started a rhythm that was a slow uphill climb, gradually building speed. I could've come from this but was working to keep it under control because I wanted to similarly please him later.

After he finally came, I let him rest on my back for a bit. I knew he was ready to move when he kissed my shoulder, and then pulled out.

I pointed to the tissue box, which he used to take care of the condom and clean up.

We both stood up, and Nick said, "Can I be next?", I just nodded and he took my place on the bed.

Nick and I were pretty much a couple for the rest of the year.

We got hotel rooms when we wanted to have sex, which gave Dean a little peace.

We did go the gay nude beach I'd checked out, and it was warm enough to swim that day so we did some skinny dipping and splashing.

He came to church with me one day and seemed to enjoy himself, and when summer came we already had plans to meet over the summer.

We got together a few times over the summer; he came for Pride, met my parents, Bill and Betty.

(I wasn't going to continue if Betty and Bill hadn't liked him)

At Pride, he got pulled me into a tent that had been really scary to me back when I was fifteen, took off my shirt and had me try on a leather harness in a mirror. I smiled and blushed at my reflection while a bunch of tattooed biker guys grinned at me.

"I see some potential here, am I right, gentlemen?", Nick announced to the whole tent.

I took the harness off and thanked the shop owner, but couldn't stop smiling.

"When I'm done living in a dorm, I'm coming back here. Right now, I don't have a place for that".

I wondered for a week after that if Nick had awakened some monster in me. One with a big, happy smile.

We both went back to the town our college was in for their Pride, a week after my town's.

I drove to his town for 4th of July weekend and met his family. We got ourselves a room that Friday night.

I got myself a job for the summer working for a local free paper.

I wrote up quick bits for new businesses, which got me around and put some miles on my car for a change.

Restaurants and specialty shops were opening and failing all the time, and I taught myself to write articles that were bubbling with enthusiasm even if I really thought that the business in question would be gone before the ink dried.

Over the summer I think there were three businesses out of twenty that I liked.

One was a men's store, that didn't sell business suits or beach wear, but were aiming for the middle.

You could call them presumptuous or hipster, but when I did their write up the owner took me into his office where we did the normal interview and I got material for my article. I saw an Italian catalog, I guess for wholesalers in Europe who stores ordered from, and there was a model with some sandals I'd never seen before,

The photo distracted me but I got the interview done, and then I got brave enough to ask if they carried those sandals.

The owner said that they'd never sell in the states. "They're as bad as those Birkenstocks they can only sell in Europe", he said.

I pictured Nick's sandals but didn't mention them.

Eventually I talked the owner into special ordering a pair my size. He dug up a metric ruler because they had to be ordered as an EU size, like the Indian pair I'd got less than a year before.

Ordering a pair of sandals was the highlight of my work with that newspaper. Three weeks later, I came and got my new sandals.

A week after that, the store was out of business. There aren't enough hipsters in my home town.

Swim team started, then summer ended and classes began. Nick and I were sharing an apartment now.

In October, my birthday came.

After class that day, Nick caught up with me and we went to dinner. He said that it was on him, and we went to a nice restaurant a block from the campus.

It had gotten cold already and we were again prisoners of shoes, socks, long pants and jackets.

Nick raised a toast to me with his lemonade and said, "Happy twentieth!".

I clinked his glass with my soda and thanked him.

Nick proclaimed, "We are celebrating your birthday tonight!". The food was good, and Nick insisted on paying for both of us.

We skipped dessert and went back to our apartment.

We turned on the heater because the cold had come in with us.

We made out and felt each other up roughly, starting with our crotches and then going to shoulders, and between our open-mouthed kisses and the heater, the apartment was too hot soon and there was nothing for it but to strip.

I went straight for his left nipple with my mouth and grabbed his right nipple with my hand, which made him cry out.

I threw him on the bed and took his dick down my throat till I gagged, and then I backed off and let one hand work his balls.

I don't know what had come over me; I was acting starved.

Nick grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me up so he could kiss me, and then told me that he was going to be spoiling me for my birthday, and that I should let him take over for just a little bit. I reluctantly nodded and lay on my back.

Nick grabbed my feet and licked my toes, which was wild, then he shoved my legs back so that my feet were by my ears. His tongue licked my balls, then he went down and started tonguing my ass, which was fantastic. He kept at it till I was begging to be fucked, then he gave me a stern look, like I was in trouble, then he grabbed a condom and some lube.

He went slow, taking a minute and a half to bottom out in my ass, which we both knew was no stranger to his dick.

At this point he stopped and gave me that look again, like I was his kid and he was displeased, then he sucked on one of my toes for a second before putting my feet on his chest and starting a mighty thrust that was the first of many.

I've been fucked plenty, and Nick had already fucked me many times at that point but this one time was different, in that from the first stroke to the last he worked to make each one bottom out as deep as he could go. Every other time there had been a buildup and a steady pace in the middle, but this was like a factory hammer and I really liked it.

My prostate sure as hell liked it!

The one indicator that he was getting close was that the speed did get faster.

Just when I started wondering if this could last forever, I got that feeling that tells me that I've lost control and I'm coming, ready or not, and I felt my ass contract while I started spurting. Nick felt that, and he gave on last thrust and made a loud grunt, and I knew that he was filling up the condom.

We cleaned up and cuddled for a while, then turned off the lights and I slept in his arms.

I'd bought a leather harness, like the one Nick got me to try on at Pride, over the holidays and I casually brought it from my car while we were moving in.

I got to top Nick that evening while I was wearing it.

Next: Chapter 6


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