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Scott
It was Friday night and the bar was particularly busy. Lots of people were in town for the home football game. After all, we were an ACC-ranked college. Most of the guys at our bar weren't interested in the game though, but everywhere else being busy caused more people to spill in our place than usual. The bartenders began throwing more tables at me and they didn't care if they were twos or threes at this point.
I had a good rhythm going on and was getting to everyone about a minute before it became a service disaster. And I was making great tips that night. It was a gay college guy's paradise - men, hot guys everywhere doing some business, chatting, and having a great time together. Lots of smiling, drinking, laughing, and making plans for later. It wasn't a typically gay bar feeling -- no drama queens, no surly bears, no sloppy inappropriate public displays just beautiful men together creating an energetic atmosphere. I found a minute for myself and told the head bartender I was off to the restroom. When it was that busy -- you needed to take the opportunity when time gave it to you.
The restrooms were at the end of a fairly narrow and long corridor with an even narrower door frame that went back out to the restaurant. As I exited the restroom and started down the hallway back to the restaurant area I noticed a body was leaning on the door frame blocking me from getting back to the dining area. I recognized him from one of the tables I was waiting. He was wearing an untucked copper-colored shirt that fit his body nicely. He wasn't muscle-bound like the two guys I had picked up from work before, but he had a nice shape, lightly hairy strong forearms, full biceps, nice shoulders, and pec cleavage. He was closer to my size but beefier. He was wearing jeans and had the buttons on his shirt open to the top of his abs. His hair was perfectly styled and a warm dark brown that had a glow to it even in the dimmer lighting. He had a mustache and a five-o'clock shadow of a goatee. He was beautiful, pretty, handsome, and downright cute. His thumbs touched his waistband while he shoved his fingers into his pants pockets. And that smile - it was enough to melt even the straightest guy. He was well dressed but he didn't look like a snarly fashion model. He probably was the all-American boy when he was younger.
"Hey, sorry needed a quick break," I smiled at him, "Was there anything you all needed?"
"No, no we're fine" he smiled back, "Uh, look, I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of everyone else, but uh, would you like to maybe go out sometime?"
I think I blushed and looked down at the floor for a second.
"Sure, that would be cool." I smiled still stinging red from how disarmingly gorgeous he was. He reached out his hand, "My name is Scott."
I shook his hand, "I'm Thom."
He did a quick look to the left and right -- and then gave me an easy kiss. I blushed again and couldn't help but grin.
"Now I'm headed there," he said pointing to the restroom,
"Yeah, I need to get back on the floor. What's your number?" I asked. He pulled the pen from behind my ear and had me hold out my hand where he wrote it down quickly. I repeated it and smiled at him.
Breaks don't usually last that long on a busy night. And I paid for it because the bartenders were throwing hissy fits asking what took so long along with three tables ready for more drinks. I played catch-up the rest of the night. But I did take a few seconds to write down Scott's number on a napkin. I wasn't going to lose it because I spilled some drinks or washed my hands.
I was late getting off that night and I didn't see Scott or his group leaving. I went home tired and annoyed that it was so late. I thought it was too late to call anyone, so I showered and went to bed. The next morning was a rainy November morning and I had no responsibilities at all -- no practice, no class, no homework, and no work. I stretched, looked at the rain, and pulled back on the covers. My roommate had apparently left early and he wasn't in bed. I slept for another half hour. I got up, checked the phone for the time, and saw I had a voicemail. It was Scott.
"Hey, I was hoping to catch you before I left last night, but I wasn't able to. I got your number from one of the bartenders. I'm serious about wanting to go out. Call me if you don't have any plans today." I must have been tired, I never even heard the phone ring. But I'm glad I got that extra half hour of sleep, I had a feeling I needed to be rested for today.
"Hey buddy, I got your message," I said when Scott answered the phone. "I have nothing planned today."
"Hey, have you eaten yet? I'm starving and I know this great place for brunch. Where are you and I'll pick you up?"
I gave him directions to the dorm and asked what I should wear.
"You know I'd like to see you what you were wearing last night. That looked great! They're pretty casual and there's plenty of students there on weekends. I'll be there in about 10 minutes."
We went off to brunch where I wasn't underdressed but I did sort of feel out of place because I caught a few people looking at my chest and arms and nodding. I didn't feel a lot like eating and just had a few eggs and toast. I felt bad because Scott seemed to be looking forward to being there with me and I ate such a small meal. When he got the check, I suggested we go to a coffee shop and keep talking. He laughed mischievously and told me that he made a pretty good pot of coffee and maybe we could go to his place. He looked as good in the dreary rainy daylight as he did in the bar last night. I hoped that there was more in store than coffee, and agreed. It had been a couple days that I hadn't had sex.
He had a nice little bungalow away from downtown in one of those subdivisions built in the sixties. It was neat as a pin and cozy. He lit a fire and set off to the kitchen to brew some coffee. He came back promptly with two steaming mugs of coffee and sat down next to me on the couch. We talked about all sorts of things, work, college, training, swimming. Then the conversation took a turn. He told me that he hadn't dated anyone in the past year after he broke up with his college girlfriend. He was 24 and just finished his master's and was ready to change jobs. He was excited about everything he talked about and I mainly listened and nodded my support.
"You didn't come over here to listen to me talk about myself," he finally said apologetically.
"No, it's OK," I said.
"No, it's not, and anyhow I hoped that maybe talking that much would make me less nervous," Scott admitted.
"You don't need to be nervous with me," I said looking him in the eyes.
Relief flooded over his face. He bit his lower lip for a second. "Then you know why I wanted to see you again?"
"I think so," I replied, "at least I hope so."
Now the tables were turned and he was the one to blush. I grabbed his chin -- that beautiful chin with a small dimple in it -- and kissed him. In fact, I almost embarrassed myself by how forceful I was with him. I'm not a passive wimp and I'm not overly aggressive either. I kept my composure and began sticking my tongue between his lips and being a little dominant kissing him. He must have liked it because he gently put his hand on the side of my face and kissed back passionately.
Finally, I decided to take an air break and pulled away.
"Maybe we can go to your bedroom?" I asked breathily.
"Yeah, sure. . ." his voice trailed off again looking bashful. He took me by the hand and I got up and followed him to his bedroom. He was taking deep breaths as we went through the hall and when we got to his bedroom, he looked flustered.
I looked at him and his room dropped my hand put it on his shoulder and turned him around.
I was sincere and non-confrontational, "Is this your first time?"
He dropped his head to the floor and nodded, "Well I've kissed before but that was all I got to do."
I took his beautiful face, cupped his chin again, and lifted his head up.
"The hard part is over, buddy, I'm here and I want to be. We can do as much or as little as you want. Does that help?" I asked.
He nodded with his eyes bulging like saucers. He leaned in and kissed me hard. I smiled as he did because it sort of tickled me how this hot guy was nervous. Almost anyone else would have been the nervous party in this situation because I don't think Scott knew how absolutely gorgeous he was. I began unbuttoning his shirt and he looked at me. I kissed him with every button I opened. He liked that. I then undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He was looking down but when I unzipped him and his pants fell off he looked back up at me, almost unsure if I wanted to continue. I wasn't forcing him into anything but I kept moving forward. I helped him out of his shirt. He stood there in a pair of boxers. He was definitely a beefier version of me, maybe by five or ten pounds but he was neither chubby nor fat. He had good definition, nice arms, and a great chest. He even had a six-pack that was nice to look at. He was perfect.
Scott took my cues lifted my shirt off and put it carefully on the chair at the foot of the bed, planting a kiss on me after he did it. He then undid the button on my pants and let them fall to the floor. I, as usual, had on a training suit. They just felt better than the two packs of cotton briefs my mom bought for me to go to college. And they showed me off better. He looked at them and then back to me questioningly. I put my hands on his waist and slowly pulled down his boxers. Scott was sporting one of the most gorgeous cocks and set of balls I had seen so far in my life. It had to be a perfect ten. He shivered a little and untied my drawstring. I stopped him and dropped to my knees. I heard him draw in his breath when I placed my mouth on his cock. He was shuddering and moaning. I knew it was pleasing him because I could taste large beads of precum dripping out every time I went down on him and came back up. I stopped and got back up to face him.
"How was that?" I asked looking him in the eye.
He didn't answer and fell to his knees, untied my drawstring, and began working my cock with his wet mouth. Scott didn't know much about giving head because his teeth raked my cock more than a few times and while it felt good for the most part, I wasn't sure when it would happen again. I gave him an A for at least trying. He left a lot of air in while blowing me and it wasn't tight so while I let him practice, I knew I wasn't unloading down his throat today.
He got up from his knees and I brought him over to the bed and had him lie face down. He looked back at me almost terrified. I had him stand there and bend over the bed showing me his beautiful ass. I then dropped to my knees again and began tentative little licks at his bud. He gasped and let out a whorish moan.
"How's that feel?" I asked between licks.
"Ah fuck, buddy, I never knew. . ." his voice trailed off.
I was happy that he had showered this morning and I started getting aggressive with his hole. I started eating him out hard and sloppy and he was howling and writhing around. I grabbed my dick and began pumping on it because here I was doing something that I rarely did to one of the most beautiful men I think I had been with in my life. It was making me hard and wet and I had him whimpering.
I knew I was going to bust soon and I didn't want it all over my hand. If I was spilling a load today, I wanted it somewhere meaningful. And if I was right, all my training would pay off and let me fill up this guy. I really am a bottom at heart -- but this gorgeous man was my blank canvas and if he was going to be a great top or bottom, I was going to teach him how to be either.
I slowed down the pace of eating him out and slowly got up and gently slapped his ass cheek. He turned around with lust in his eyes. I laid down at the edge of the bed pulled my legs back to my chest and exposed my hole to him. He looked at me furtively and slowly got down on his knees and moved his face to my hole.
"Man, I've never done this before," he said looking up at me.
"Just give it a go, but you don't have to if you don't want to."
He buried his mouth in my hole and began licking and eating me out. Now it was my turn to be the whore. I moaned loudly every time he brushed his mustache on the sweet spot between my balls and hole. That helped him know he was doing well, and he kept at it, eating me and lubing me with his saliva. He might have not done such a great job with the blow job, but he was doing just fine rimming me and I was getting pretty horned up again. My balls were pulling up and descending in perfect cadence with his tongue moving over my hole. I was getting a strong deep sensation inside me and I grabbed his head and pulled him off.
"Dude, you're doing great but I am going to bust soon if you keep that up!" I told him as he looked at me confused.
He stood up and his body was lightly sweaty and his muscles were tight and tense.
"Fuck me," I moaned.
His jaw dropped open and he looked afraid.
"I've never done that bef . . ." he told me
"I know, but I'm wet, I'm ready, and looking at that big cock, I think it's what you need."
He nodded at me.
"Easy big guy, go slow," I entreated.
He positioned his cock at my hole and pushed. He didn't push too hard and his cock slid down my crack. He looked at me frustrated. "Try again," I said.
He got himself to my hole and while he pushed in I pushed back to help him get through without slipping again. His eyes got big as saucers and his mouth made a perfect "O".
"Fuck that's tight," he gasped. I smiled. I pushed some more and he pushed and eventually, he was all the way in. He was uncomfortably big, but I knew when he laid some more precum in me, we'd be well on our way to some good sex. He placed his hands next to my armpits and pulled back. Damn, he was uncomfortable. I sucked air through my teeth.
"Are you alright, buddy?" Scott asked me with some concern.
"I'm fine, just take it easy at first on me. You're cock is wedding night hard and it's been a while since I've had that big in me."
He bent down and kissed me. That helped open me and he pushed in again. True to prediction, he laid a heavy drop of precum in me and he glided in a little more easily on this stroke. A few more easy strokes and I was doing a lot better and getting that comfortable full feeling in my ass. Scott, for not having fucked a guy before, was doing a great job. His strokes were perfectly timed, he didn't have one single soft stroke but he wasn't jackhammering me either. He kissed me from time to time and I pulled my legs back further and let him pound me.
I could feel him swelling and getting frenzied. I looked up at him and moaned, "Come in me."
That pushed him over the edge. He gave me one final violent slam and I could feel his come coating my insides. Hard pump after hard pump he drained his balls into me. He was trembling and panting hard. Exhausted he collapsed on me. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. I could feel his heartbeat in his cock and on my chest. He was sweaty but he smelled good. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we lay there together like that for nearly ten minutes.
"Fuck, that was the best sex of my life," Scott began enthusing.
I grinned at him and asked, "Are you sure you haven't done that before?"
He shook his head emphatically. "No, I haven't. Swear!"
I kissed him and pulled him up from the bed. "Let's get a shower."
"Wait," he stopped me. "You didn't come." He pushed me back down on the bed.
He started sucking me and getting my cock wet again. I had my head on the pillows, and I asked him to turn and face the foot of the bed and put his ass down to my mouth. He bobbed up and down on my cock, and I started eating his ass again. He did a better job this time sucking on me because when I would dig hard into his ass with my tongue, he would give a nice stroke on my cock. We only lasted about five minutes that way before he turned around and straddled me.
"I promise this is the first time for me," he said looking at me genuinely. "Please be patient."
I winked at him and I let him set the pace. He grimaced when my cock was touching his hole. I grabbed his hips and pulled him gently downward onto me. He had his eyes closed, I think so he didn't have to feel the pain. They flew wide open and he made another O with his mouth. I pulled him a little more and he began to grimace. I looked over his beautiful body and I laid a heavy drop of precum in him. I lifted him up some and pulled him down again. He closed his eyes again and I was able to get more into him but not to his second ring yet. He looked down terrified at me.
"You're going to be OK, buddy," I reassured him.
I lifted him up dropped more precum in his hole and started gently pressing him downward again onto me. He kept his eyes closed but he wasn't grimacing anymore. I got halfway in and back up. I was determined to get in the rest of the way on the next downstroke. I gently guided him down again and even when he started making faces, I continued to enter him. His eyes flew open and he croaked, "I feel like I'm going to . . ."
"No, you don't, you're not going to do that," I said gently. "Just stay there and get used to it."
Scott was breathing heavily, his chest filling up with every inhale. But his nipples were hard as rocks and he had a steady drop of precum dropping onto my lower abs. He was making faces and a little bead of sweat broke out on his forehead.
"You're doing fine," I cooed to him. I did enjoy seeing a handsome man attached to me through my cock and while I felt for him, I knew if he just waited it out, we'd both enjoy this in a few more minutes. I was twitching inside him and dropping more precum in him. He was sexy and he did make me wet looking at him in all his maleness.
"I'm going to take my hands off your hips and let you set the pace," I told him. "Take your time and try to enjoy it."
He came up and made a lot of "O" motions with his mouth, then he pushed himself back down. Up again and down, and the "O" turned to lust. I had loaded him with precum and he was nice and slick. Soon he was riding me and his body was tensing up on each stroke. He was shaking his head and panting like he had just run a marathon. For my part, I was holding his legs lightly and enjoying how tight his hole was. I got that feeling deep in my gut and grabbed hold of him a little more tightly. His muscular ass was hitting my pelvis and my balls were churning. Before I knew it, I was filling my new buddy with my own load. He looked mortified when it happened but it was more about enjoying his hole being spunked rather than because of the actual filling. On my last hard volley, I felt warm goo hitting my chest and abs after first hearing the shot of Scott's load hitting the headboard.
He carefully dismounted and laid down next to me. We were both breathing pretty heavily. He grabbed my chin and kissed me hard.
"Thank you. I wanted you to be my first when I saw you last night." He said dreamily.
For a few weeks, Scott and I were exclusive and we had sex every chance we could. We tried being boyfriends, but you know how some newly minted gay guys get, he started wandering, trying this and that. Myself, I enjoyed the hunt of other guys too and I really was much more of a bottom. Scott seemed like he preferred that part of gay sex too, and that generally doesn't lead to good lasting relationships. We did become good friends and had lots of great sex while I was in college and graduate school. We stayed in touch after I moved on and even though he and I were in different relationships later, we did see each other at least once a year for many up into our forties.