Date: Sun, 23 Mar 2003 15:24:43 EST
From: RedMachu@aol.com
Subject: Giving it the College Try

This is an adult story intended for adults, ergo, you need to be at least
18 to be reading this, and in some places 21. The story includes consensual
sex between two men.  This is part fiction, but mostly non-fiction, but of
course one of the players names has been changed. If something sounds
familiar, then you were most likely involved and I hope you had as good of
a time as I did. Please feel free to e- mail me if you have any
suggestions, comments or thoughts on what I wrote.

Drunken First Time

Where do I even begin...actually I know where, let me start with me.  My
name is Matt and I am now 22, 5'10'', 175 lbs (someone with a real body), I
have red hair, green eyes and have a 7" cock, thicker then most.  I am also
covered in a light layer of red body hair, none on my back though.  This is
the true story about my first time with a guy.  Who would have thought that
it was only 2 years ago I was dating women and ready to have a child...now
I am a full-fledged queer, no longer a "newbie."

I was born and raised in Southern California and decided to go to a small
prestigious, private liberal arts university right out of high school.  I
had always known I had a thing for guys, but never had the nerve to feel
things out in that department, as least while I was still living at home.
So needless to say, I am one of those gay guys who did the gay bashing,
dated the cheerleaders and played football, while fantasizing about sliding
my dick in and out of my teammates asses (those were definitely some hot
jack off sessions).  And now I have a thing for football players...maybe
sometime you can get me to talk about the not so hetero activities
"straight" football jocks get into in the locker room.

So my first few years at my college were spent doing a lot of studying and
still dating girls.  Had to put up the facade for everyone else, it made
life easier for me.  Hell my parents would have cut me off completely if I
would have come out, and I could not afford the tuition.  During this time,
all I can say is, thank you nifty for supplying me with ample fantasies and
fun jerk off sessions.  I have had Internet access since I was 14 and have
been looking at hot dick and stories online all that time.

As time progressed in college, I got more and more comfortable with who I
was.  It was a painstakingly long and not so pleasant progression, but some
of us have to go through it in order to be happy.  I joined a fraternity
and met a lot of great friends and did my fair share of drinking, partying,
and paddling, but that could be told in another time and place, as well.
As I was approaching my 20th birthday I was getting a little more daring
online and I would actually go into gay chat rooms and talk to guys.  It's
very interesting to me what gay guys will do in order to let them be my
first, especially since I am a redhead.  These men would send me pictures
begging me for sex and some even offering me money.  I was not going to
have my first time be with some random guy off of the internet, so I had to
devise a plan to have my first sexual experience with a guy.

Being that I went to a very liberal college, there were several groups of
gay guys on campus that ran around together, I even had a couple of guys in
a few of my classes.  I knew this one guy in particular who had a big crush
on me, and I know he was struggling in one of the Biology classes he was
taking that semester.  I am pretty good in the sciences and he needed some
help with his Biology homework, so I told him I would tutor him.  Lets just
say, if I was going to do this with anyone, it would have to be Dave.  He
was straight acting, A&F boy, about 6'2'', smooth swimmers body (but only
smooth during the season), brown hair, blue eyes, nicely tanned with a
smile and laugh that would make your heart melt and your dick hard.  We
scheduled a time to meet that evening to talk over some of the problems he
was having and some things I could teach him to memorize the material.

He showed up at my dorm room in an outfit that came straight out of the
Abercrombie catalog.  He had this tight red t-shirt on, khaki shorts, and a
pair of flip-flops on.  When he walked in the door I gasped but covered it
real well with a cough.

He looked at me quizzically and says, "everything ok over there Matt?"

"Sorry, just choked on some phlegm," I responded.

Dave had this disgusted look on his face, and I said, "I could think of
worse things to be choking on."

He didn't know what to say, but he had this perplexed look like, "is he
flirting with me?"  After hours of talking about symbiosis, the Kreb's
Cycle and DNA synthesis, we were on brain overload and decided to call it
quits.  It was still early, about 10:30 pm and so I asked him if he wanted
to stay around a bit, chat and have a few beers.

Dave quickly responded with, "yeah bro, that would be awesome.  What kind
of beer do you have?"

Being the beer drinker I am, come on now I was in a college frat, I had my
new favorite beer cold in the fridge.  I responded with, "there is some Sam
Adams Summer Ale in the fridge...grab me one too since you're getting up."

Dave laughed and said, "you lazy ass, I am not going to be your beer bitch
tonight."

I shot back, "oh, so you wont be my beer bitch, what kinda bitch will you
be for me?"

Dave choked on the beer he had just taken a swig of and spit it all over he
and I.  We both laughed really hard, but I could more obviously see the
uncomfortable look on his face.  He didn't know what I wanted with him or
if I was even gay.  All he knew me as, was the smart frat guy from his
school who used to date his roommate's current girlfriend.

After a few more beers we were both starting to get a little chatty, just
hanging out and having a good time.  And I decided I wanted to have some
more fun and asked him if he wanted to play a game.

He said, "sure, as long as I don't have to get naked, that's not as much
fun when there is only two guys playing a game."  He paused, thought for a
second and the said, "well maybe it just depends on the game."

Hah, he was being responsive to the subtle flirting I had been throwing at
him all night long.  I decided to play the always-fun drinking game of
"have you ever," no nudity, but still a good way to get to know someone
better.  Since I made up the game, I told him he could ask the first
question.

He thought for a second and said, "have you ever been involved in a
threesome?"

First I thought, "damn this kid is going straight to the sex questions,"
and I said, "Yes, I have.  It was a pretty cool experience, my
ex-girlfriend and I decided to invite one of my frat brothers in for a
little three-way.  It was fun and a little nerve racking to be fucking my
girlfriend, while watching some other guy's dick slide in and out of her
mouth.  Damn that girl loved dick.  It was also cool because I had never
seen another guys dick hard in real life, only in porn, and I found out I
wasn't too small."

Something was brewing in his mind, but I left it at that.  I also just
happened to glance down towards his crotch and noticed he was sporting a
decent sized chub.  I laughed and blushed a little bit and told him I
hadn't ever told anyone about that event, we all swore we wouldn't tell
anyone.  It was now my turn to ask a question.

I asked, "what about you, have you ever been involved in a threesome?"

Dave looked like a deer caught in the headlights.  He seemed to freeze up a
little bit, and I looked at him with my green eyes and said, "dude, I know
you're gay, it is not like you keep it a secret or anything, and besides I
know you well enough not to kick your ass, you're cool.  Now spill it!"

Relieved and smiling Dave said, "well, as a matter of fact, it wasn't a
threesome, it was a foursome, my old boyfriend and I, and another guy and
his boyfriend all got a little drunk one night and decided to sleep on my
parent's king bed.  One thing led to another and I was fucking a guy,
having my asshole licked and had a cock in my mouth."

My jaw dropped and I immediately started to get hard.  I shifted a little
and got up to go take a leak.  When I came back I grabbed he and I a few
more beers and we continued the game.  It was his turn now and he was
smiling this giddy smile, but now it turned more into a Q & A.

He said, "when you saw that guys cock sliding in and out of your ex's
mouth, were you more turned on by the dick or the fact that she was there
doing some other guy?"

That was an easy on to answer, but I made it seem like I had to ponder the
question, really make his wait for me to respond.  When I started to reply
I stuttered and stammered and wasn't being very specific.  Dave was getting
a little excited.

He said, "just answer the stupid question."

I actually was laughing and blushing when I responded with, "well I think
it was more the dick than anything else, it was weird seeing another guy
hard in person, and then to hear him moaning and groaning, and when he blew
his load, I couldn't help but cum shortly after he did."

Dave has this strange look of weariness, excitement and potential all tied
into one.  I got up and went to the bathroom again.  I just had to go and
break the seal earlier.  When I came back I got a few more beers for the
two of us, but he said he would wait to open his because he had to go to
the bathroom.  I sat in my room and waited for him to come back and thought
of the potential of things to come, just because I wanted to blow a load in
my pants already.  Finally, five minutes later he came back.

I looked at him and said, "damn boy, have to dropped the kids off at the
pool or did you just pull your pud?"

He looked embarrassed and laughed when he said, "no, I had to wait for my
hard on to go down, just thinking about you watching another guy and
getting off really got my blood pumping."

I pointed to the wet spot in my tenting jeans, and talked about how I was
dealing with the same situation and I would eventually need a good jerk
before I went to bed.  He plopped back onto the couch in my dorm room and
grabbed his beer and the bottle opener and took the top off.  I was
sprawled out on my bed just lying there, with my arms up over my head, and
ready to continue our conversation.  My cock was hard and I didn't care.
The way my room was set up, I had my bed against the window, and a couch
and dresser between my roommates old bed and me.  His arm was resting on
the couch arm and partly on my bed, and when I put my arm back down, it
brushed his hand.  I made no effort to move and neither did he.  The more
the alcohol started to hit us, six beers will definitely get you buzzing,
the more liberal we got with our questions.

Finally I asked him, "do you find me sexually attractive?"

His response was, "yes, I really needed your help with the tutoring and
all, and now that I have got a chance to know some more stuff about you, I
think you're really hot.  What do you think of me?"

I said, "well, for a guy, yes, what more would someone want, you're the
perfect California boy, with your hot body, great smile and tan, plus you
have a brain."

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, he moved over and kissed me.  I
have never experienced a kiss like this.  The whole cliche about
fireworks was totally in effect, and my cock felt like it was going to
burst out of my pants.  The passion and chemistry that existed between us
was something I could never actually describe; I felt like a beast I wanted
this so bad, and for so long.  It felt awesome to have his dick grinding
into mine, and all I could do was grab a hold of his ass and push him into
me even harder.  This make out session lasted for a good fifteen minutes
and then we finally came back up for air.  While resting and cuddling, he
started to stroke my body through my shirt.  His hand would lightly brush
my nipples and send a shiver through my spine each time, he caught on
quickly to my gasping, and he continually came back to them.  This went on
for a while, and obviously he got tired of the cuddling and caressing, and
he decided he wanted more, as he straddled me and pulled me up to him, so
my head was wresting near his nipples.  I took the lead and lightly bit his
left nipple through his shirt; he threw his head back in ecstasy, but that
was all I got, as he ripped off my shirt (I had to sew the buttons back on
later) and started kissing me all over my torso.  I am incredibly ticklish
and his velvety tongue was causing me to writhe on my bed, and he just held
me down and continued on with his bathing.  He again paid special attention
to my nipples, which seemed to be directly connected to every nerve ending
in my cock because I was hard as can be and oozing an insane amount of
pre-cum.  He would be really light on them, just gently licking, and then
all of the sudden he would be munching on them, and all I could do was buck
my hips and rub my dick into his chest.  The longer this went on the hotter
I got, and I needed to get off.

He obviously wanted this as bad as I did, as he moved lower and lower, and
was tonguing my belly button as he was unbuttoning my pants.  I don't think
I have ever wanted out of my pants so badly in my life.  Dave got my pants
unbuttoned and was licking my cock through my plaid green A&F boxers.  I
lifted my ass up as he pulled my pants down, but he had forgotten to take
off my shoes first, so he had to fumble to get my shoes off first and then
he slid off my pants, taking my boxers half way down with them.  He grunted
as he saw my cock and bright red pubes for the first time.  He then lifted
my ass again and pulled my boxers all the way off.  He was still fully
clothed and all I had one was a pair of socks and my watch.

Dave said, "red pubes man, that's fucking hot, I have never seen a
firecrotch before."

I retorted, "it's the curse of the Irish, now get back to what you were
doing and quit talking, your mouth felt nice and warm."

Before he got back down to licking my cock I turned away, and said, "wait a
minute, I am naked and you aren't, how is this fair?"

He responded with, "I was all about paying attention to you and making you
feel good."

I said, "that's all nice and sweet and I appreciate it, but you're going to
have to strip for me if you want anymore."

He stood up and reached for the stereo, in the CD player was a compilation
mix, and he found something that had a good beat, and slowly started to
lift his red shirt.  It was so tight, while he was starting to lift the
shirt; his elbows did that funny awkward thing where they bend in, as
you're trying to pull it over your head.  This was all a little dramatic as
it was done slowly and he was trying to be seductive.  When he got his
shirt up and over his head, he wiggled his hips and moved around in a small
circle so I could just take in the sight.  He was better looking than I
thought, his taught lean body was covered in a cute layer of stubble, as
his last swim meet was three weeks prior, and he didn't have a need to
shave it all off.  He was fucking hot standing there working his hips for
me, but he was also having a good time, as he was grinning from ear to ear.
Slowly he undid his belt and his shorts were so baggy, they dropped to his
pelvic bone.  The only reason they didn't fall completely off is because
his cock was protruding enough to impede the fall.  He pulled his belt out
of the loops and swung it over his head, but he didn't realize how close he
was to everything, as he was buzzed a little bit, and he smacked a picture
frame off the shelf that crashed to the ground and broke into pieces.  I
laughed out loud and he had this scared look like, "is he going to be
pissed at me."

I looked at him and said, "don't worry about it man, my roommate did that a
couple of months ago and that's why there is no glass in the frame, all you
did was break apart the wood again, but yes, I am going to make you pay for
that."  All said with an evil grin.

He threw the belt to the side, as he didn't want to break anything else.  I
looked back at him, and his tight 2(x)ist boxer briefs were peaking out the
top of his shorts that were barely clinging to him.  He unbuttoned his
shorts and they fell straight to the floor.  There he stood in white boxer
briefs, which were translucent in the front from the copious amounts of
pre-cum he was leaking, dancing and smiling.  He turned around and started
shaking his cute little ass, almost so fast it was a wiggle, I laughed and
then gasped as he reached the elastic of he boxer briefs and pulled them
straight to the ground revealing his hairy white ass.  There was a huge
distinction between the tan of his body and the whiteness of his ass.

All I could muster was, "holy shit Dave, you're so hot."

He continued to dance for me, and all I could do was stare and stroke my
hard as steel cock that was leaking an enormous amout of pre-cum.  His
wiggling ass was looking so good, I couldn't hold off anymore.

"Hey, get the cute little ass over here," I said.

As he approached the bed, he crouched down and crawled toward me, making
sure to lick me all the way up.  Knowing how feet kind of gross me out, he
skipped my feet, but starting at my ankles, he licked me in a swirling
pattern.  As me moved up, he came to my balls, that I had recently started
shaving.  He licked on my clean-shaven nuts for at least 10 minutes, and
all of this attention made me even harder, and more ready to explode.  I
was afraid he was going to touch my dick and I was going to explode.
Luckily, he moved down and to the sides before he went up.  He started to
tickle me with his tongue in that sensitive spot between your groin and
your thigh.  I couldn't help it, I closed my thighs and clamped down on his
head.  Realizing what I did, I quickly let go, and fell into a fit of
laughter, and so did he.

Once we got over that, he started paying attention to my thighs again.  He
moved up slowly and skipped my cock.  Licking up my sides, causing me to
writhe again because I am so damn ticklish.  He laughed and I grabbed a
hold of his cropped hair and planted his mouth firmly on my nipples.  I
don't know if he liked this, or loved it, but he chomped down on my
nipples, and I yelped and moaned all in the same breath.  He worked my
nipples roughly for fifteen minutes, I felt like they were hamburger meat,
but I was not going to ask him to stop, I was loving it all.  He must have
gotten bored because soon enough, he moved down to my drooling cock.  All
of the sudden he plunged down my cock, and the head was lodged in his
throat.  All I could do was gasp, moan and tell him not to stop.

It all sounds so cheesy writing it down now, but it is all I could do not
to go porn star on him and moan his name, tell him I loved his hot mouth,
and that he was going to take my load like a man.  I was short of breath
and breathing rapidly.  I did have to warn him that if he didn't slow down,
I was going to blow my load down his throat.  At that note, he rolled me to
the side and laid flat on the bed, but facing the opposite direction as me.
We were in the infamous sixty-nine position that we all talk about, but
never seem to do without it being at least a little awkward.  I was
actually shocked because I never really paid attention to his cock, and at
that moment the perfect cut cock was staring me in the face.  It was
probably 6.5" long, bright pink, and as thick as the base of the beer
bottles we were so recently drinking from, nestled in a nicely trimmed
brown patch of hair, and leaking more pre-cum that I could have imagined.
I don't know if this boy could be any hotter, but I was sure he was going
to surprise me even more.  All I could do was stick my tongue out and take
a lick.  It was sweet and bitter and I knew I wanted more.  As I licked
around the head, he moaned and put his hot mouth back on my cock.  I leaned
over and took as much of his dick in my mouth as I could.  I was shocked
and the taste, the texture, and the hot manly smell that came from him,
even though it had only been a few hours since his last shower.

I guess the first time is always the best, as I have never had another
experience as hot or exciting.  I think that goes for male nature, and the
reason we always seek out new things.  He was sucking my cock and I was on
his, trying to take more and more of him into my mouth.  His cock hit the
back of my throat and I gagged a little.

Dave said, "take is slow man, practice makes perfect, and I can take all
the practice you're willing to give."

He continued to suck on my cock as I moved towards his balls.  I was
licking his balls and I got a very aromatic and different smell from his
tight hole.  It was definitely a new smell, but one that I knew I was going
to love.  I licked that sensitive spot between his hole and his nuts, and
he squirmed and moaned loudly.  I have never been licked there, but he sure
seemed to like it, so I continued.  As I was doing this, my fingers just
naturally moved down towards his asshole, he didn't seem to mind, so I just
let them roam around his hairy hole.  All the while he was paying really
good attention to my dick, and I was sure that when I exploded, it was
going to be an enormous load.  For two twenty year olds, I think we were
both surprised by the self-control we were showing.

As time progressed, my tongue moved further down until I was licking the
sweet hole in front of me.  I never understood why people called it a
rosebud, I cannot see my own, but when I took a look at his, I knew what
everyone was talking about.  It looked so cute all covered in hair, and I
couldn't help but lick it.  I was not expecting the response I got from
Dave, he threw his head back, moaned louder than he or I had previously and
pulled his legs back further so I could have better access to his hole.  It
was totally hot, and I just dove right in.  He had been taking care of me
all night long, so now it was my turn to have him lay back and have me take
control, and I don't think he minded.  I licked and probed his hole with my
tongue for a while, but I have no idea how long, and I didn't care as long
as he liked it as much as I did.

As I continued to lick his hole, Dave blurted out, "stick your finger in."

I had read enough stories on nifty to know that I cannot just do that, so I
licked my finger, and just slid it in nice and slowly.  He didn't wince,
but I think he was surprised that I knew to take it so slow.  I felt around
a little just getting used to the feelings, taking it all in.  I'm a
scientist, I have to make every observation I could.  As I was feeling
around, I pulled my finger back towards his cock, and I felt a hard mass.
I rubbed my finger across this and knew by Dave's response exactly what I
had hit, the prostate!

Dave moaned loudly and it was his turn to try and not go porn star, he told
me, "not to stop," "keep going", and finally "stick another finger in."

The thought of licking the finger that was in his asshole kind of grossed
me out, so instead, I placed my second finger at his hole, with the other
pulled out and spit right at his hole.  He seemed to love this because as I
rubbed the spit in, his hole opened up, and I slid my two fingers into his
hole.  This time I finger fucked him, making sure to rub his prostate every
time I penetrated his hole.  Dave seemed to be in ecstasy, and I noticed
the pre-cum that was dripping onto his belly.  I bent right over and licked
it up.  I had a feeling he was going to blow his load if I didn't stop, and
knowing that I didn't want it to stop there, I backed off and pulled my
fingers out.

It was my turn to just plop back on the bed on my back.  Dave quickly
climbed on top of me and took complete control.  He held my arms down and
then moved down my body and began to suck my cock again.  I kept bucking my
hips trying to take make him take more and more of my cock into his mouth
and throat.  I realized this after the fact, but he was getting my cock all
nice and slippery with spit.

He finally sat up and spit in his hand it wiped it along his hot hole.  I
figured he just wanted to finger himself while he sucked on my cock, but he
moved up my body and aimed my dick at his hole and just sat down on it.
Obviously it had been a while for him because as I was groaning, he was
grunting in pain and tears kind of trickled down his face.  I told him to
pull off, but he said no that this would all pass.  After a few minutes, he
started to move up and down and really get into it.

His moaning over and over again, telling me to fuck him, drove me to take
control.  Almost as a shock to him, I flipped us over and I began to pound
into his ass.  I told him this was pay back from breaking the frame.  He
kept yelling for me to breed his hole, and that he wanted me to go faster.
With Dave on his back, he was free to jack on his fat cock, and that is
exactly what he did.  I spit on his cock to give him some more lube and he
picked up the pace on his rod as I started rabbit fucking his hole.  I was
making sure to pull almost completely out and then drive back in.  Dave was
going nuts, trying to pull away, trying to keep a hold of his dick, trying
to grab onto the sheets, he was in ecstasy.  I was rapidly approaching that
edge, knowing full well that I wouldn't last much long.

I groaned, "dude, I'm gonna blow my load."

Dave responded, "cream me man, I'm going to blow my wad when you do."

We know that cumming at the same time is always a fantasy, but in
practicality, it doesn't typically happen.  This wasn't that fantasy time.
I was pounding hard and fast, and when my orgasm hit, I thought I had
blacked out.  I thought my dick was going to fall off, that feeling of
total ecstasy that's completely pleasurable, but somehow painful as well.
I wouldn't move inside of him as I blew my wad.  With my grunting and
moaning, Dave was jacking his cock, and when he arched his back to shoot
his enormous load, I slid out, causing me to twitch.  When he blew his
load, it might as well have been a good porn load.  The first shot cleared
his head, and landed on the wall behind my bed, the next hit him in the
neck, the third was his hot stubbly chest, and the last shots spread out
over his stomach and pubes.

After we had both finished, I collapsed on top of him.  We were spent, it
had been a great fuck session and we both knew we would sleep well that
night, and that we did.  When I woke up the next morning, my stomach hair
had attached itself to Dave's stomach, and when I rolled over, it pulled
some hair out and I yelped.  He kind of jumped up out of bed when I pulled
away, and realizing what happened, he laughed and laid back down.  I
tweaked his nipple just to be playful and give him a little bit of pain so
early in the morning.  Instead of yelping, he groaned and pulled toward me.

We ended our little rendezvous with an exchange of blowjobs.  He swallowed
my load, while I let him spray all over my chest and stomach.  Dave and I
had a lot more sessions that summer and next semester, and I was even
involved in fulfilling some fantasies of his.  Which in turn led me to form
some fantasies of my own that were later fulfilled.  We both had a kinky
streak so exploration was awesome.  Dave got a boyfriend a few months later
and we remained friends, but no longer fucked around.  No regrets on either
side, we had a lot of fun and learned a lot about each other.