DISCLAIMER:
This is the second story that I have written and is based very loosely on my sexual adventures over the years. The first story 'Old School Ties' gave a fictionalised account of some aspects of my life during my school years and after. This one tells the story of something that happened during my time at University. If you like the stories let me know as I have quite a few more that I could tell.
WARNING:
Do not read this story if you are in any way offended by acts of a homosexual nature.
Do not read this if you are under the legal age for accessing adult sites.
Always indulge in safe sex.
UNIVERSITY BLUES
I smiled up at Dan's beautiful face, his eyes were closed and he had a look of extreme concentration as he fought to control the need to cum. I could tell from his breathing and the fierce throbbing of his shaft that the moment could not long be delayed. His piss slit was widening and in a matter of seconds his warm jizz would be spraying out over my chest and face. His body continued to rise and fall as he rode my prick, which was lodged deep inside his bowels to a simultaneous orgasm. I was cumming and so was he and as my spunk splattered deep inside him, Dan's prick spewed forth onto me and I lapped up his precious cream as fast as I could. Slowly we disengaged and agreed that this had been a great experience and that we would make this a regular occurrence. For me it was a triumph to get Dan to this point. It had been quite a few months since I had last had such a good week of sexual activity. I was glad that the long wait was over and that I had finally got to have sex with Dan. Initially, I thought I would never get this far.
My name is Simon Rose and I had arrived at University after leaving my English private school and immediately settled in. I was studying in London and had a bedsit of my own. I was keen to start my studies and even keener to pursue my sexual adventures and widen my experience even more.
The great advantage of having my own place proved to be a bit of a hindrance also as I found myself somewhat isolated from the majority of my fellow students who lived in one of the halls of residence or like me lived out in flats and bedsits. Of course the students I met in class were friendly enough and I received a number of invitations to parties but it was clear that these were not the sort of party I would really enjoy. Nevertheless I went and always managed never to find the right partner. Some students stopped inviting me as they thought I was being a bit snooty about them and the girls that came to their parties.
I also continued to play soccer but was quite surprised at how high the standard was and found it difficult to keep a regular place in the team. I enjoyed the trips out to the sports ground and the happy camaraderie of the showers and got to see my fair share of dicks but never made any close connections. A similar story applied to my more casual Sunday football team, which ranged in age from about 15 to 45. I would not have minded a romp with any of them but again they all seemed straight.
So all in all after a very active sex life at school I had been reduced to regular wank sessions on my own. I had tried to follow up some of the invitations on the wall of the student's union toilets but nobody ever turned up at the time or on the day advertised. I even tried to find a place where I could have anonymous sex with strangers but the one place I had found was soon closed down. Life was becoming increasingly frustrating and then I saw him!
The lecture rooms were large and crowded and it was difficult to find a seat close to someone you knew unless you happened to meet up at the doorway. On this particular day I had arrived just as the main crowd had begun to enter the lecture room and had settled myself down. Other students on all sides hemmed me in as my attention was drawn to a tall, blond guy who had entered the room. He sat in a seat about three rows in front of me and off to the left. He looked like an angel but I could not see much of him but I wanted to!
It took a little time to find out more about him. At first it was frustrating because however hard I tried I could not time my arrival at lectures to coincide with his. Our meeting when it did take place was fortuitous. Although I did not really need the money, I had taken a job in the college library two evenings a week - it paid for my drinks and sporting activities. The job was boring - I had to put returned books back on the shelves and very occasionally I was allowed to stamp books being taken out by students, normally as the library was closing. As I pushed my trolley along the stacks, I saw my unknown friend sitting at a table. He was engrossed in his books so I took the opportunity to check him out. The lovely face was attached to an equally appealing body and his blue jeans stretched tightly over his well-formed package. I took the longest time I could to re-stack the two books destined for the shelves near him. Having seen the full, albeit clothed, picture there would be plenty of fantasising tonight when I returned home. Then with great reluctance I moved on to finish my evening's work.
When I returned to the main desk, the assistant librarian told me that she wanted me to help on the desk until the library closed. This turned out to be my lucky break although at the time I was pissed off that I could not leave early and find a nice quiet place for a long slow wank thinking about my blond angel. The bell that indicated that the library would soon be closing and started the hectic period when late-night students checked out the overnight loans interrupted my thought. A small queue had formed and I got busy stamping the date and time of expected return into each of the volumes presented to me. I did not bother to look up but handed the books back and muttered some words like 'hope that is OK' to each person. At last I saw that there was only a few people left and I could get away. As the last person left the desk I heard a sound as someone rushed towards my desk and I was about to swear at them when I realised who it was. It was my unknown blond angel who presented two books to me, which I duly stamped.
I looked up at him and as I returned the books I said, "I hope this is OK. Is there anything else you need for tonight?"
"Nothing more from the library, thanks. But if you had something else in mind - a drink or something I could certainly use that," he replied in a drawling accent that clearly wasn't English.
My unknown friend was American or Canadian. I wasn't too certain but soon found out that he was from New York.
"OK I'm on for a quick one round the corner." I responded, adding "you're not from round here I can tell."
"Very acute", Dan replied, "I'm from New York City and my name's Dan and I'm studying here for a year."
"Pleased to meet you Dan. I'm Steve and I'm from Suffolk and I'm in my first year of a three-year degree course. How come you are only here for a year?" was my reply.
"I'm on a study abroad programme" explained Dan as we walked towards the nearest pub. We got to the pub with just enough time to get a drink and I got to the bar and ordered a pint of bitter for each of us. The pub was crowded and there was little chance of a seat but we managed to find a corner where we could squeeze in. We chugged the drink down slowly and briefly told each other a little about our history and how we had ended up in London. Every now and again someone would push by forcing our bodies closed. I could smell his aftershave and we both 'accidentally' brushed up against each other. My prick was beginning to harden at the proximity of this new-found friend and the contact between us. I hoped he would not twig what was happening as I felt that would end the relationship there and then. I began to notice that he was also beginning to 'grow' in the same region I was and was encouraged in the hope that he was not worried by our close contact. This belief was confirmed when we had finished our drink and were outside the pub. Dan looked at me and said,
"Do you live far from here? I live in a dorm about ten minutes away and if you'd like another drink we could go to my place."
"No I'm not too far away", I lied in reply. (Actually I was a good distance away and the last train would go soon and night buses were always a bit unreliable.) However, the chance of a few minutes alone with Dan was too good to miss.
The dorm was a rather impersonal block with a lift to the floors above. Dan entered the lift and we went up to the eighth floor in silence. We walked along the corridor and Dan pointed out the toilets and I said that perhaps I ought to pay a call, which I did. I was disappointed that Dan did not want to come in with me but waited outside. When I emerged he led the way down to his room and let me in. The room was small and dark but quite well furnished with a desk, two chairs and a bed. Dan went to a cupboard and got out a bottle then said he needed to go down the hall to get some glasses. As he was out of the room I had a quick look round. There were a few obviously family photos but no other pictures of note. Dan quickly returned and poured two large drinks into the glasses and handed me one, indicating that we should sit down.
I could not help it I kept being drawn to Dan's crotch and the bulge it concealed. I had never met an American and had no idea what to expect. Dan's eyes followed mine and then looked down at my own bulge. He smiled at me and came to sit down beside me. He took the glass from my hand and said quietly,
"Why don't you get a better feel and look. I've heard about you English private schoolboys but you're the first one that I've ever met. The door is bolted so we won't be disturbed"
He moved my hand onto his jeans and I could feel his large bulge growing to my touch and he moved his hand to my zipper. I could not believe what was happening; this blond American was about to expose my dick and play with it and wanted me to reciprocate. I continued to rub the growing tent in the jeans with my hand wanking it gently through the cloth. Dan was already inside my trousers and his hand was gripping my stiff shaft through my underpants. I raised myself up slightly so that he could pull my clothes down and off me and as I did so I undid his jeans and felt inside. We were both getting excited and I thought I was going to cum immediately but managed to hold back as we stood up and pushed our bodies together. Our mutual need made the necessity to rid ourselves of all unnecessary clothing a priority and within a few seconds we were naked and rampant. We knew we needed relief and so we each grasped the other's prick and stroked hard and fast until we each felt the warm glow of orgasm as the other's cum spewed out and over our bodies. As our breathing slowed, I reached down and scooped up some of Dan's juice and licked it off my fingers and he did the same with my jizz.
Our animal passion had meant that there was no foreplay only sex but I hoped that there would be more to our relationship than a mutually gratifying but quick wank. I was not to be disappointed. As we relaxed back onto the bed, Dan looked at me and said,
"I think we both needed that, thanks, but I'd like you to stay over and then we can have a more leisurely session in a while. By the way I thought all you Brits were uncut - at least the ones I've seen in the showers over here all seem to be."
"I'd love to stay over and thank you for what you just did for me. No, as you can see, some of us Brits are cut like you Yanks. I must say I don't mind much either way. I've had fun with cut and uncut guys and they always end up cumming and shooting their cream. Who cares so long as we both enjoy and have fun? I know if I stay I'm going to give your prick the best sucking it's had in a long time." I replied contentedly.
"You're most welcome to do so but I'll want to have your prick down my throat whilst you're doing it" replied Dan.
We lay contentedly on the bed idly playing with each other's pricks before they began to grow and harden. As neither of us was exactly a novice, we assumed the sixty-nine position and began to lick and suck each other's hard shafts. I noticed that whilst I am cut I still have a small amount of skin that bunches up towards the exposed head but Dan's prick had no extra skin and the glans seemed almost to grown out of the end. We each learned quickly what the other liked and proceeded to exploit it. Dan went wild when I took his balls into my mouth and swished them round my mouth and then I continued to lick round to his hot arse hole. He groaned and moaned but also urged me to return to his shaft and head, which I proceeded to swallow down my eager throat. Dan was likewise giving me a full tongue bath and swallowing my prick down his throat. He developed a high level of suction as he pumped my prick in and out of his mouth and throat. All too soon we both knew that we would be spraying our second loads. I saw Dan's balls draw up tight, felt his prick head harden even more and, momentarily taking my prick from his mouth, he screamed out in triumph as his hot creamy spunk shot out of his prick and down my throat. I was also close to cumming and indicated this by using my hand to push my prick back into Dan's mouth just in time before I too was throbbing out my cum into his mouth. As his cumming faded mine continued for a short while and then we both were done. We slowly disengaged ourselves and still in the sixty-nine position drifted off to sleep.
I awoke suddenly with a start, unsure of where I was and feeling very cold. Dan was still sound asleep but he had managed to cover himself a bit. I crawled up and got into bed beside him trying hard not to awaken him. We both almost oversleep the next morning but not quite and I was treated to the delightful sight of Dan's morning hard-on winking invitingly at me as I opened my eyes. It was too much and I went down on him and gave him an oral wake-up call. He drowsily came to and began to coo in pleasure as my sucking mouth worked its wonders on his stiff prick. My hand was working the bottom of his shaft and the other was wanking my raging hard on. Seeing this Dan reached out and took over the hand job on my prick, demonstrating again his deftness of touch when it came to masturbation. I was moaning onto Dan's prick as his hand brought me ever closer to the inevitable explosion. How could I cum again so quickly after the night I had had? I wondered, but then decided that the months of frustration that had just past were finally being relieved by real hot action. And then I was there shooting wads of white jizz out of the end of my prick and into the air and onto Dan's body. This sight set Dan off and he was also cumming and making a lot of noise as he did so, urging me to swallow more of his prick and his man juice as he shot into me. Later that morning it was two happy and greatly (sexually) relieved students who left the hall of residence and headed back for the College and our studies.
Dan and I had different lectures that day but agreed to meet at lunch and again after the end of our last lectures and return home. I suggested that he might like to visit my place and he was surprised at quite how far out I lived and knew then that I had lied about it the night before. However I think he forgave me for that!
I showed him my place, which was quite spacious with a small kitchen area and a bathroom of my own, as well as a bedroom/living room. The place was self-contained and in the basement of a large house with very thick walls and ceilings between me and the people living upstairs. It was ideal for me and for having sex in relative safety and security away from prying eyes and ears. Dan liked my place a lot and came to regard it as a second home over the remaining months of his stay in England. After I had cooked a simple meal, we relaxed again and although we were both keen to resume our sexual activity Dan wanted to talk.
"Last night was fantastic - the best I've had in England by far. Up to now I've had a couple of jerk-off sessions - I mean wanks - with a guy in one of my classes. Real quickies, no finesse and always worried we'll get caught. He did come loads both times but not much fun. So then there's you - right? I meet you we know what we want and we go for it and it was great sex. I loved the way you sucked my prick but I guess you know that! But I sensed you wanted to go further and do more but we were in such a hurry last night we didn't get a chance. Is that right?" Dan said quietly to me.
"You're right about last night it was fantastic and I enjoyed every minute of it. I was even more frustrated than you were, as I've had virtually nothing since I arrived in London. But you're also right that I would like to do more, I'd like to fuck you good and hard and go on doing it as often as I can." I responded.
Dan smiled and said, "I hoped you'd say that because I love being fucked. I'm not very interested in fucking but having a hot prick up my backside is heaven to me. I've been doing it now for several years and since I've been here my arse thought it had been punished because it's seen no action. But tonight I think that's all going to change!"
I needed no second invitation and went to find the lubricant as Dan and prepared myself for a long slow night of fucking. When I returned Dan was lying on the bed waiting expectantly his beautiful prick hard and the exposed glans already beginning to show signs of being lubricated with pre-cum. I was still partially dressed but I licked my lips in anticipation of getting his fuck stick into my mouth and giving it a long hard slow sensuous suck, but Dan had other ideas. He pulled me down to the bed and quickly removed my clothes as I tried to reach round and take his pink prick head into my mouth and lap up his oozing pre-cum.
"OK you can suck me now, but not for too long and I'm going to suck your prick as well so that it will be well lubricated and ready to fuck me', Dan said. "And one other thing, although I want that prick of your's deep inside me, I want to be in charge of the process from start to finish."
I mumbled my agreement as I greedily sucked around the exposed glans at the head of Dan's prick and slowly sank my lips down the hard shaft to his balls. The head of his prick rested at the entrance to my throat and then I pulled back up using my tongue to excite his already twitching shaft and finally I went about nibbling the sensitive areas of the head. Dan was moaning and thrashing about as I did this but was equally returning the favour on my prick. After a few moments more of this, Dan whispered that I should pay attention to his balls and arse crack now and I willingly moved myself into a position where I could use my mouth and tongue on these areas. Dan's moaning continued although it was slightly muffled by the action he was making on my prick. I could feel myself beginning to lose control and I indicated to Dan that he should let me come down a bit before he resumed his oral treatment. He released my throbbing prick and gently squeezed my balls and shaft as I continued to probe his willing hole first with my fingers and then a few seconds later with my tongue. Dan squatted over my face moaning with pleasure as he allowed me access to his balls and winking hole as I probed his inner sanctum with my tongue. After we had been in this position for some time, Dan pulled himself off my face and slowly turned himself round and slid his body gently down my chest and over my groin so that he sat facing me with his arse just resting on the top of my legs. Then he reached forward and started to slowly wank my shaft and exposed head with a very greasy hand so that my prick was hard, well-lubed and pointing up towards the ceiling. Dan grinned at me as he inched forward, lifted his arse into the air and very deliberately lowered himself onto the greasy pole that eagerly waited to enter him. Gradually I watched my prick disappear inside Dan and enter his love tunnel until his cheeks lay on my stomach and my balls were all that could be seen. As I looked down I could see Dan's prick standing tall hard and throbbing and looking for all the world as though it was part of me. Having made himself as comfortable as possible Dan then began to move rhythmically up and down my prick shaft until only the head was caught in his tight grip and then my whole prick was engulfed. The movement gathered pace and soon Dan was riding me with great gusto, using his arse muscles to grip my shaft tight and holding himself steady by using his arms for balance. He worked up quite a fast rate and I was certain that I could not hold out for much longer. Dan was moaning and crying with pleasure and I was doing the same. My breathing got more ragged and I could feel the familiar tingle as my balls began to prepare to unleash a load of jizz. I indicated with a moaned gasp that I was about to cum and Dan acknowledged this by pumping even harder on my rampant rod. As I smiled up at Dan's beautiful face, I could see that his eyes were closed and he had a look of extreme concentration as he fought to control the need to cum. I could tell from his breathing and the fierce throbbing of his shaft that the moment could not long be delayed. His piss slit was widening and in a matter of seconds his warm cum would be spraying out over my chest and face. His body continued to rise and fall as he rode my prick, which was lodged deep inside his bowels as we moved ever closer to what I hoped would be to a simultaneous orgasm. I knew that I was cumming and I was almost certain that he was too. So, as my spunk splattered deep inside him, Dan's prick spewed forth onto me covering my chest and face with his precious cream. I leaned forward and lapped up as much as possible of his cum swallowing it as fast as I could. Slowly our orgasms subsided and we disengaged. Dan and I agreed that this had been a great experience and that we would make this a regular occurrence.
This is indeed what we did. On the nights when I was working in the library, Dan would wait and we would go to his hall room and on other nights we would go to my bedsit and indulge our sexual appetites.
Like all good things this had to come to an end. At the end of the year Dan was heading back for the US and I was heading back to the Midlands to spend the holidays with my elderly aunt and uncle who had looked after me following my parents' death. Dan wanted me to go with him but family duty and the need as I thought to get my degree prevented me from saying yes. Nevertheless I still hear from Dan and we exchange news and information about our lives and loves and when we are in each other's country we always meet up and reminisce (and sometimes more!) about the good old days in London University.
THE END
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