Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2013 09:34:40 +0100
From: Ron Weasley <dotcomme@googlemail.com>
Subject: Single at Oxford Part 1

The following is a story about life at the University to Oxford. This story
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Single at Oxford by Jeremy Allen

I know what you're thinking. Oxford is either tweed and teacups (to the
Americans), stuffy and stuck up (to the comprehensive kids) or the worst
place in the world (to Cambridge students and the parents of anyone ever
rejected from Oxford or Cambridge). Well I'm here to tell you now that
unless you've studied there you have no idea.

I grew up in South London and went to a pretty good comprehensive school
with a very mixed intake... as long as everyone was Catholic. All boys in
the first five years and girls joined us for sixth form. I lost my
virginity when I was 17, but that's another story. Now, at 19 I've been at
St Hilda's College for six months. I'm one of the first men to ever attend
St Hilda's (or Hilda's as it's more commonly known). From it's foundation
at the end of the 19th Century until the September just passed, St Hilda's
was a women-only college and I joined the first mixed undergraduate intake
at this October.

The people here are great: so down to earth and not at all how anyone
portrays them. Hilda's was known as the feminist college, the lesbian
college and a whole lot more worse names. Our students are known as
hildabeasts, to rhyme with wildebeests, originally I imagine as an insult
but we've reclaimed the word and our sporting chant is 'BEAST IT HILDAS!'

The women are a varied bunch, from all round the country and some from
abroad, more lesbians than average, but I suppose that's to be expected.
The guys are of a mixed social background as well but for every one of them
something's a little... weird. Whether it's the mancunian midget who's a
compulsive liar, the hideous kiwi who thinks he's God's gift or just the
really, really tall guy it's like the admissions staff selected all the
clever but socially awkward guys and threw them into Hida's. Imagine a
group of Big Brother Housemates but add in 30 hours reading a week.

For this reason I try and escape as much as possible. I've joined a few
societies, do most of my work in the faculty library, rather than the
college library and have made more friends outside of college than in. I'm
not a total social reject though, I'm a regular fixture in the JCR bar (the
bar and common room for undergraduates) and do a weekly bar shift and have
a group of female friends who are significantly less weird than the guys.

At 6'3 with dark bond hair and an easy ability to tan I stand out quite
easily. My slim but toned frame attracts glances most times I go out but
I've yet to get laid in Oxford. It's more through lack of trying than
anything else. Up until now I've only slept with one guy, Tom,my first
boyfriend who I met plying in an orchestra. He was older, on a gap year and
still hanging around. I don't think I loved him but I was pretty devoted. I
definitely don't now seeing as he dumped me by text during his first week
at uni in Durham. I was still at home with my term starting later and we'd
sort of agreed to give long distance a go. I got a text at 3am saying 'I
don't think this will work, I need to get laid and I don't want to cheat on
you. Sorry.' I didn't respond.

I never thought of myself as someone who pulls in clubs, I've never had to
as Tom's dick gave me everything I needed when I graduated from taking care
of myself to sex, and to be honest I have no idea how. When I go out, I go
out with friends because I want to spend time with them and it's rude to
prance off after every fit guy you see. That, coupled with most of my
emotions being taken up with being angry at Tom has left me with an empty
bed and a very full libido.

Tara, the JCR president, who heads the committee that organises all the
student representation and activities for us beasts has been really lovely.
She and I bonded reasonably early, despite her being a second year. We have
a really similar sense of humour and have the same tastes. She has a motto
that anyone can get laid in Oxford any night of the week as long as their
standards are low enough. I haven't tested that theory but tonight as I
finished my third wank of the day, I realised I needed to get laid before I
turned my cock sore.

The question was, who and how. None of the guys at Hilda's took my fancy,
they were either too weird or not fit or both. Some were drop dead gorgeous
but I couldn't see myself in a relationship with them and I think it unwise
to shag around in a college where everyone knows everyone else's business.
Truth be told, one guy I'd had the hots for since I first laid eyes on him
was in my criminal law class. We shared our classes with the lawyers from
LMH and Oriel and Ed was pretty damn fine. 5'11, black hair, small
sideburns and wore t-shirts that showed off his well developed chest and
arms. We'd never socialised but exchanged nods if we walked past each other
in the street. He also seemed like a good guy given his attitude in
classes. I generally agreed with his opinions when we talked about whether
the law was in a good state or not with respect to crime and justice and he
never tried to dominate the class with showing off (as Charlie did) and
wasn't a passenger that needed carrying (like Andie). If he was gay, my
gaydar wasn't tingling, but it would have to be pretty good to pick all but
the most queeny types at this range.

We had exams, called mods, at the end of the second term, just before
Easter. They were four weeks away so the classes were stepping up. Dr
Walter had us scheduled for an 8.30am start in her office at LMH, which is
one of the colleges furthest from the centre of town and on the opposite
side of town from Hilda's: 20min by bike if I didn't want to have to shower
on arrival. I made it with a few minutes to spare and picked a seat round
the table. Already there were three of the Oriel crowd, looking half asleep
and Ben, my colleague from Hilda's who gets up at the arsecrack of dawn to
take part in the group masochism that is known as rowing. Even though the
big race of the term was last week and there were no more practices for the
term he wasn't letting his body clock readjust. See what I mean?  Mental.
Katie, the other Hilda's lawyer had been out last night at The Bridge, one
of Oxford's most popular clubs. I was under instructions to apologise to Dr
Walter on her behalf and to inform her that she had cramps and couldn't
move without a hot water bottle. Dr Walter already hates me because of my
gender and lack of enthusiasm for pushing myself into writing anything
better than a mid 2(i) essay so that was going to go down well.

The LMH students, including Ed, came in just as I was getting out my file
and pad. There was a chorus of silent greetings in the form of nods and
eyebrow lifts and Dr Walter arrived. She surveyed the room, noticing the
missing Katie and the one other Oriel student yet to come. She sniffed,
looked at the clock and said in a strong German accent 'is this it?'

'Dr Walter,' I began, 'Katie has asked me to tell you...'  'Yes I got her
email' Dr Walter cut me off with a brush of her hand, not even looking at
me. Thanks for that Katie, great way to start the class. 'Where is Joseph?'
she asked, narrowing her gaze on Ed.  'Erm.. ' Ed began lookig over at the
Oriel lot for help. As you can see Dr Walter had made an effort to get to
know us so well.  'He should be along soon I guess,' Bee from Oriel
volunteered. 'He didn't say he wasn't coming'

Walter sniffed and began the class without him. When Joseph did finally
arrive Walter scolded him and forbade him from asking any questions for the
duration of the class. Mean bitch. She travelled at a rate of knots through
offences against the person: assaults, murder and sexual assault. It was
our first revision class so we were dealing with the more black and white
things. Walter was getting faster and faster, deliberately trying to catch
us on something we didn't know and insulting us when she won. I'd spoken to
the lawyers in my orchestra and one who volunteered with me and they said
that their classes were much nicer. The lawyers in the year above said
Walter was a trial by fire and if you could survive her, you could survive
anything.

Ben, crazy rower though he is, is a great classmate. He, Katie and I have
all our tutorials together so we've got to know each other's styles
reasonably well. We can tell when the other one is struggling and often are
able to help out with a helpful cut-in. As time went on Charlie became less
and less cocky and the rest of us were able to contribute. Andie was, as
usual, silent unless spoken to and the rest of LMH were trying to cover for
her. Her eyes were glazed and it looked as if she were still high from the
night before... or maybe she was blazing before the class. Either way, an
error. Walter smelled blood and began to hone in.

'Andie, under what circumstances might a woman be found guilty of rape?'
'Hmm?' Andie looked sluggishly up.  Walter sniffed and began again, 'can a
woman be a rapist Ms Yin?'  Andie began to realise she had to answer her
question and her delicate Asian features began to crease.  'Umm...' Andie
was racking her brain 'Under the 2003 Act,' Ed began 'I did not ask you Mr
Carter.' Walter snapped. The bitch wanted blood. As Arabella opened her
mouth, Walter silenced her with a hand gesture. 'This question is for Ms
Yin.' She sneered.

Walter already hated Andie for her lack of participation and was out to get
her. Ben caught my eye and mouthed 'awkward!' at me. I returned with a
worried look. It doesn't take a genius to figure out Andie's little habit
and it could get her rusticated or worse, sent down. Suddenly, it dawned on
me.

'Which question?' I asked.  'What, Mr Edwards?'  'You've asked two
questions, the first the circumstances under which a woman can be found
guilty of rape, the second, can she be a rapist. They're different things'
I asserted 'Go on.' Walter instructed with a bit of fire in her eyes, after
she'd hidden the shock at being caught out wrong. Sadistic she may be, but
she did love it when her pupils grasped something complex. Once a
teacher...

'Well, to be a rapist, one must commit rape, which requires a penis,
natural or surgically constructed, according to section one of the SOA
2003. So a woman who has partially undergone gender reassignment surgery
but is not yet legally a man can, in theory, be a rapist. However, if she
is complicit in a rape by aiding, abetting, counselling or procuring a
man... or a partially gender reassigned woman... she can be found guilty of
the offence of rape as conspirators are charged with the full offence.' I
breathed out in relief.  'I'm glad someone had their Weetabix this
morning.' Walter said and moved on. I believe that was a compliment. The
rest of the class passed without incident.

As I left Walter's study I headed towards the front quad to leave the
college and head into town. I had a few errands to run and wanted them out
of the way before lunch so I could have the whole afternoon in the
library. I also wanted to recharge my batteries after the gruelling two
hour class.

'Hey Anthony!' I heard Ed call out behind me 'Yeah?' I asked as I turned
around.  'Thanks for that bail-out in the class. We've been trying to cover
for Andie but Walter has a real vendetta. If Andie doesn't pass mods she's
out like any of the rest of us but her weed use is proportional to how hard
a time she gets from the tutors. I don't think she's out of her angry
teenage rebellion phase just yet and wants to give a big 'fuck you' to
authority. People cracking down on her just makes her push back harder.' He
flashed me a bashful smile. Wow, if looks could kill. His teeth were
perfect. I mean, Hollywood perfect. Prefect teeth and sideburns are two
things that really get me going and he just ticked the second box. I felt a
fluttering in my chest.  'No problem. I saw a chance to distract Walter and
went for it. Scoring points against that man-hating sadist keeps me feeling
alive.' Did that sound dorky?  'Yeah...' Ed looked up into my eyes, still
smiling, my gaydar still not pointing in any strong direction. He started
moving towards the gate. 'You heading back to Hilda's?' he asked 'Nah, into
town to pick a few things up, then might grab lunch. Either in town or back
at hall.'  'Cool, I'm heading to town as well, I have a radio show to do.'
'No way, you're on Oxide?' Oxide is the student radio, run out of the SU
building where I spend a fair bit of time with the RAG society and on the
student paper. I've never listened to it, but I'm trying to be enthusiastic
to get this guy to like me more.'  'Yep I have the lunch time slot on
Wednesdays: indie rock and comedy sketches. It's called Laugh Your Rocks
off.'  I raised an eyebrow 'Yeah, I know, not the best name but we were on
a schedule.' again he had that bashful smile on.  'I'll have to tune in
next week' I said.  'Really? You'll double our audience!' It was no secret
that Oxide had terrible listening figures.  'Now, now,' I replied with only
a slight mocking tone, 'I'm sure both of Oxide's listeners would be sad to
see the station be discontinued.'  We had reached the gate and he turned to
me and stepped closer, looking me in the eye 'Hey,' he said, 'any more of
that and I won't be your friend any more.' Then he grinned. Damn sexy.

'So where you from?' he asked as we unlocked my bike and proceeded to walk
down Norham Gardens.  'London, you?' I replied.  'Warwickshire. Small
village, you won't have heard of it. Beautiful, but boring as hell.'  'Well
at least you'll have learned to drive. We city kids don't have to, so don't
really bother. Now I'm wondering if I'll ever have time to take my test.'
'Yeah I took my test the day after my birthdday. A driving licence meant
freedom from parental bed times. That said I had a friend who could drive
before me so it wasn't too bad. Mostly slept over as well, from like,
sixteen.'  My gaydar started to tingle. 'Friend' of in indeterminate gender
and 'sleeping over.' He'd have said girlfriend if was a girlfriend. Still,
shouldn't dig too deep as if I scare him off we've still got fifteen
minutes of awkward silence before we hit Cornmarket and have an excuse to
part.  'Cool.' I responded. 'I relied on the underground a fair bit, but
even so that only runs til about one and no one wants to take a night bus
so my nocturnal activities were often spent sleeping over too.' He looked
sideways at me, trying to see if I had a hidden agenda.  'So why LMH?' I
asked, changing the subject. The long game was probably best. I'm not camp
at all so, unless you check my top tracks on itunes or my browsing history,
it's not obvious I'm gay. I'm out, but don't parade it around as I wouldn't
have to tell everyone I met I was straight. And even if Ed was gay he might
not be attracted to me and we seemed to be getting along great. Another
friend outside of Hilda's was always welcome.  'I got pooled there.
Originally I applied to Worcester, for the nice grounds, but LMH has its
own lake and grounds as well so it's not a bad consolation. Why Hilda's?'
'Like almost everyone, I was pooled there too. Originally I wanted to go to
Hugh's as it felt homely. I can't see myself living in Christchurch or
Magdalen with all those tourists wondering around. I like walking around
college in my slippers and not having to panic at the thought that if I
accidentally leave my curtains open some tourist will catch a photo of me
topless.'  'They'd be lucky to see that!' Ed said. Bingo. The gaydar is on
full alert.  'Yeah, right.' I said.  'I may have good tone but I'm nowhere
near as stacked as you.'  'Thanks,' he blushed and looked away. Fortunately
he hadn't seen that I had gone bright red too. I blush at the drop of a
hat. Compliment me and I go pink as smoked salmon.  'Listen,' I began 'I
was thinking of setting up a few group study sessions with Ben and Katie.
Maybe you and the other LMHers want to come along?'  'Yeah, sounds good.'
He looked a bit taken a back, and slightly crestfallen. Shit, had I just
friend-zoned him? 'Are you going to invite the Oriel lot along?'  'I hadn't
thought so. I mean Joe, Bee and Sophie are all nice but I really don't want
to have to spend any more time with Charlie than mandated by my tute
schedule.'  'Amen to that. We all hate him' Excellent. Nothing better to
build a friendship on than mutual dislike of a third party.  'I feel bitchy
leaving the others out but when it comes to arseholes, it's every man and
woman for his or herself. And besides, it means I get to spend more time
with you.' I'd taken a gamble. We'd reached the top of Cornmarket and I
thought this was an excellent time to fly off and leave him hanging,
hopefully wanting more. If I cycled off to the left, there's no way he'd
have an excuse to follow, the SU being straight on. 'I'll facebook you,' I
said and jumped on my bike.

After lunch I facebooked the Hilda's and LMH lawyers suggesting the next
day in Hilda's JCR bar at 4. Andie never responded and two of the LMHers
had other stuff. Arranging a time for eight Oxford students at short notice
is a bitch at the best of times so we decided that we'd go ahead with this
time and people could drop in and out of them as suited. Ben and Katie
could both make it and I agreed to meet Ed and Arabella at the lodge at
four. Ed was wearing a tight black t-shirt which hugged his bulging arms
and clearly showed the line of his pecs. He looked like he hadn't shaved
that day with a sexy dusting of a five o'clock shaddow accompanying his
perfect sideburns. His face broke into a smile as he saw me come through
the lodge.

How best to describe Arabella Cottenham? She is the nicest person you will
ever meet. She went to boarding school, Cheltenham Ladies if I'm not
mistaken, thin as a rake and probably on coke, but nonetheless has a heart
of solid gold. I later found out she'd been helping Andie with her essays
and trying her best to keep Andie's habit a secret from the college
staff. One time she used her textbook English-belle looks to seduce a rugby
player from Brookes to carry a semi-comatose Andie all the way from The
Bridge to LMH. About a 30min walk; Saint Arabella of Cheltenham she should
be called.

The session went reasonably well and before we knew it, two hours had gone
by. I offered to buy Ed and Arabella dinner at hall, not that Hilda's makes
the best food, and Ed accepted. Arabella declined (I'd never seen her eat:
she didn't touch the snacks we'd had in the middle of our table). Ben ran
off to a rowing outing so Katie, Ed and I made our way to hall. Chef had
truly outdone himself this time, serving up a soup thinner than Arabella,
something claiming to be lasagne but had the texture of peanut butter (but
none of the flavour) and slices of his famous lemon meringue pie, nicknamed
'polonium pudding' on account of it's lurid green colour.

'What is this again?' Ed asked, prodding it with his fork.  'Lemon meringue
pie,' Katie replied 'Allegedly,' I interjected. 'I think chef got some goo,
showed it a lemon and said 'now think like a lemon. Think really, really
hard,' and then took it to Sellafield.'  Katie cracked up and Ed spat cream
out of his nose.  'Wow,' he croaked, 'Sorry.'  I passed him a napkin and
joined in the laughter. He'd got cream on his t-shirt.  'Oh look at me!' he
sighed, 'you can't take me anywhere.'  'Look, this meal has been an
embarrassment. Let me take you up to my room, get you cleaned up and then
we can grab a toastie from the buttery. A few drinks in the bar and maybe
go out afterwards? You can leave your books here and I'll bring them to
Walter's class tomorrow. Surely we've hit our study quota for the day with
two hours this afternoon and morning lectures?'  Katie shot me a look as
soon as I'd suggested taking Ed to my room. She was pretty sharp when it
came to this sort of thing.  'Sounds like plan, whilst you scrub down Ed,
I'll suit up,' she said and grabbed her tray, making for the door. The How
I Met Your Mother Reference made me pretty sure I'd scored myself a
wingman.  'Come on, let's get you upstairs. You can borrow one of my
t-shirts if the cream doesn't come out.' He didn't protest.

I led him to the Garden Building. Every Oxford college has a concrete
monstrosity and this is ours. As is normal, the freshers are housed
there. 'Garden' describes the view, not the locality. We walked two flights
up to my room and I led us in. Ed looked eager. His eyes were bright and
his mouth was in a constant smile. As I turned on the taps he pulled his
tee over his head. Wow. His pale torso had a collection of dark hair at the
centre of his pecs and his small round nipples were pink and tight. His
stomach was completely flat with six perfectly formed ripples defining his
abs. He had that line, you know? Under the abs in a V pointing straight
down showing he had almost no body fat and the top band of his white CK
undies peeked out over the top of his jeans. I was staring. He knew I was
staring. 'Let me take care of this.' He said, placing his hand on my arm to
move me away from the sink. He lingered just a little too long and I felt a
squeeze. He felt nothing but hard muscle, though not as hard as the boner
I'd sprung. He looked at me directly in the eyes and grinned. I was
speechless.

He started dabbing at the cream with my facecloth and it mostly came
off. Rinsing the rest off under the tap he wrung out the tee and turned to
me. I hadn't moved. I had fallen in lust with this perfectly formed man. A
quiet cough brought me back to my senses and I shook my head. 'Right,
another top,'I said.  'Don't worry about it, this will dry soon enough,' He
said pulling it back on. The damp material hugged his form outlining the
top two rows of abs. 'Besides,' he smiled, 'I look good in it.'

He was between me and the door, my single bed behind me, next to the
window. There wasn't a huge amount of space but enough to get by without
having to get very close, particularly if he moved to the side. He didn't
and gestured with his left hand towards the door. I walked towards it and
he stepped to the side, allowing me past. He stepped behind me and with his
right hand took my shoulder and leaned in to say into my ear 'I think we're
going to have fun tonight.'

In the bar, Katie was already waiting for us with what was probably a
schnappes and lemonade. She was chatting to Tara who looked slyly at me as
I entered. She bounded up to me to give me a hug and an enthusiastic
hello. Introducing Ed and Tara I offered him a drink since I had a tab. 'A
vodka coke', he replied.

'Tara, do you want something as well?' I offered.  'I'll come up with you.'
She said

Jen was serving and I ordered a vodka coke for Ed, a cider for me and a g&t
for Tara. The bar wasn't very full it only being 6.45 or so, so as Jen was
getting our drinks Tara and I could talk privately.

'Katie says...' she began.  'Yes,' I cut her off.  'Is he..?'  'Almost
certainly.'  'Do you..?'  'Fuck yes...'  'Tonight?  'That's the plan?
'Does he..?'  'If he doesn't he's a fucking tease and given how he seems to
be a nice guy, I doubt it.'

I suppose I should explain. Tara and I are such good friends that we
generally know what the other is about to say. She wanted to know,
respectively if Katie's thoughts at I might get with Ed were justified, was
he gay, do I fancy him and was I trying tonight. Also, do I think he
fancies me. Katie looked over to him as Jen passed the drinks over and
nodded her approval. 'Godspeed young padawan.' We walked over to the
others.

The drinks went down well and the four of us we getting along
swimmingly. By ten we were quite merry and had been joined by a number of
other Hilda's freshers, second years and finalists. Hilda's is nice like
that, we have a great cross-year family thing going on. Katie was on form
as my wingman. When Ben came over she undid a button of her bouse and had
him eating out of the palm of her hand to prevent him engaging Ed in any
law chat. Tara had spotted Mancunian midget Stuart, who will attempt to
hump anything human, trying to get close to Ed. She rounded him off to talk
about JCR politics. Perfect, the little twerp wanted to be JCR president
'so I can have sex in the JCR office' and for only that reason. Thank god
he wasn't popular enough to win.

I had Ed all to myself and he was definitely flirting. If someone's
flirting with me I generally can't tell, so if I can tell, you know they're
going all out. We were sitting next to each other on the sofa, bodies
turned totally towards each other,my right knee between his open legs,
resting on the inside of his knee. His arm was extended over the back of
the sofa over my shoulder and our heads we close as we talked. I was
drinking in his features: powerful brow and strong nose, that killer smile
and the perfect amount of stubble. His hair was cropped short at the sides
as it faded into his sideburns and lengthened to the top where he had it
lightly gelled forward into a quiff. I was just studying his dark blue eyes
as I came too.

'Anthony? Anthony?' he said.  'What? Oh, sorry, was miles away... not that
you were boring, it's just...' I faded off and blushed. Dammit, he had to
have seen that one.  'No worries, man,' he said as he rubbed my shoulder,
'I just thought we should put my books in your room if we're going out.'
'Right I said,' and got up. 'Katie, text us if you decide to move out
before we're back.'  'It's gonna be: legend-' she began.  'Wait for it...'
I replied and gave her a wink I was sure Ed couldn't see.

We walked out into the night to head back over to Garden. 'Katie's not
texting is she?' Ed asked.  'What?' I replied.  'We're obviously not going
to The Bridge tonight.'  'Huh?' I looked up at him as we made it to the
front door of garden.  'We're not going out because I'll be too busy
fucking you,' he said taking a step closer so that we were only inches
away.  'Oh really?' I asked, with a sly tone and a shit eating grin
spreading across my face.  'Yes, really, and you're going to enjoy it so
much that we'll probably be late to Walter's class because you'll be
begging for it tomorrow morning.'  'That sounds like you have a challenge
before you, Ed.'  'Challenge accepted,' and he pushed me against the glass
door and kissed me hard.

Our lips started closed but we opened our mouths to get more out of it. Our
lips parted and he took the back of my head in his hands. I extended my
tongue into his mouth and found his there, waiting to caress mine. He
thrusted his body against me and I felt my shoulders bang on the glass
behind me. He used his knee to knock my legs apart and his hand caressed
the side of my arse. My hands were exploring his back, which was hard and
broad. My touch sensed power and strength there and I dug the fingers of my
right hand into his shoulder. It hardly gave way. As his hips bucked
against mine he broke our kiss. 'Have you got...'  'I picked them up during
my errands yesterday.'  He grinned and kissed me again. I could feel his
hardness against my thigh and my own dick was bulging in my boxer briefs.
'Let's get inside,' he said.

I opened the door and he followed me up to my room. As soon as I was
through the door he was behind me and kicked it shut. He carressed me from
behind and I could feel that his t-shirt was still a bit damp. Both hands
felt my pecs, squeezing and massaging them. As one hand found my nipple,
the other came down to my crotch and grabbed my junk through my jeans. He
was nuzzling my neck and as I tried to turn to kiss him again his strong
arms held me there. Looks like he was calling the shots. He began to kiss
my neck as he groped my balls and I let out a little moan. My neck is quite
sensitive and I love having it kissed and nibbled. He responded to my
sounds my sucking on it harder, up and down as his hand rose to the top of
my belt line. As he nibbled my neck, causing me to moan louder his hand
pushed into my boxers and he grabbed hold of my throbbing 7.5 inch dick. He
started slowly jerking it as I interlaced my hand with his over my
nipple. I was already reaching round and fondling his perfect muscular arse
with my other hand. Perhaps in response to my hand, perhaps not he suddenly
gave my nipple a violent tweak causing me to cry out. His hand whipped out
of my jeans and he spun me around and pushed me onto the bed.

I fell back, with my knees bent at the corner. I got up on my elbows to see
him pull of his t-shirt to once again reveal his sculpted chest.  'I wasn't
sure you wanted me yesterday, but when I saw you ogling at me with my shirt
off, I knew I'd have you.'

He strutted over to me and straddled my legs, standing with his feet wide
apart. 'Come here,' he said and took me by the back of the head and pushed
my face onto his abs. I fell to my knees and was immediately licking
them. 'Yeah,' he said, 'show me how much you like my chest.'

I got to work caressing each mound of muscle with my lips and tongue,
licking through the valleys created by hours at the gym. He pulled my head
back and looked down at me. I looked up at him, half smiling, half seeking
approval. He just smiled and pushed my face into his crotch. 'Oh, we are
going to have some fun tonight.' He said. I just let out a low mmm in
response.

I brought my hands up to his crotch and started undoing the buttons of his
fly one by one. With his fly open I could see his thick cock outlined in
his boxer briefs, the end reaching round to the side hidden by the denim of
his trousers. I pulled my shirt off and pulled the jeans down, revealing a
wet spot on the left of his tight boxer briefs where the bulge of his cock
died away. Obviously I'd been doing it right. As I pulled his pants down to
his knees, he took the base of his cock, eight inches long and as wide
around as an ice cream cone and smeared it across me face from above my
eye, across my nose and down my cheek. As he brought it back up I decided
to show him he wasn't the only one that could be in control and opened my
mouth. I took his dick into my mouth and swallowed him down in one.

'Fuck!' he cried and buckled. I like to think that I'm an excellent
cocksucker, and it's something I really enjoy, too. My ex wasn't as long as
Ed nor as wide but was almost as big around so my throat was accustomed to
swallowing big dick. I'd learned to control my gag reflex though hours of
sucking Tom so taking Ed was something I was sure I could do. I was a
little out of practice, sure so a few tears formed in my eyes, but I was
going to show Ed I wasn't the only one going to be begging tomorrow
morning.

I moved up and down his cock, drawing out a faint 'ugh' each time I changed
direction. As I began to need air I pulled back and started twirling my
tongue round the head. I licked up from the base of the cock to the tip and
drew out a pearl of precum. I looked up at him and just said 'surprised?'

'Fucking hell, dude. Fucking hell...' was all Ed could gasp out before I
went back down on him again and drew out more sighs and moans. I lost
myself in sucking him. His dick was a perfect fit down my throat and had a
slight downward curve so went down like a hand in a glove. I began to
slowly pivot him on his feet, my hands on his hips, his dick never leaving
my mouth, so that he had his back to the bed. With one hand moving round to
grab his arse and the up to caress his abs I pushed him gently back and he
fell onto the bed still sighing with pleasure. As and when I needed to
breathe I came up to tease his piss slit with my tongue and taste his sweet
precum. After some time I stood up, dropped my pants and crawled on top of
him, kissing him.

At first I was kissing him, and he responded, but as he awoke from the haze
of pleasure I'd put him in with my mouth, he became more intense. One hand
reached to my arse and a finger began searching for my hole, whilst the
other took my hair tight and pulled me slightly back. He began to caress my
pucker with his finger before pulling me sharply back with the other hand
and bringing his finger to my face. I opened my moth for him and got it
wet. He pulled out and returned it to my ass, gently pushing in. The head
of my 7.5" dick was being tickled by the hairs on his abs and was dripping
slimy wet precum onto them. I was so aroused.

He broke our kiss and pulled out of my ass. Pushing one shoulder around, he
flipped me onto my back, and straddled me. He looked down at me. My chest
was heaving and his dick was resting between my abs. He shuffled up my body
and took my head up and brought his dick to my mouth. Again he rubbed it
over my face, which got me so hot. He then thrust it into my mouth and
started skull fucking me. I couldn't swallow, because of the angle, so I
employed my tongue to the fullest and had him moaning my name.

'Ahh, yes, Ant. Oh yes, that's it. Take my dick You suck it so good!'

He pulled his dick out and kissed me, our tongues wrestling for
dominance. He then shuffled round into a sixty nine position and I
instantly took him back inside my mouth. Instead of blowing me, however, I
felt him push my dick and balls forward and then his tongue on my taint. I
shuddered with pleasure as he rose up to my pucker and began to dance round
it with the edge of my tongue. I moaned at the sensation and then swallowed
his dick whole. He threw his head back and cried out, a huge grin spread
over his face. He cried out again, and then it turned into a grown as he
buried his face in my as, tonguing me deep. He got me so wet and loose he
had brought two fingers, then three inside my as and had me writhing. He
rolled me off him and I reached into the draw of my bedside table. I threw
him the bottle of lube and opened the box of Durex. I pulled out a condom
and unwrapped it as his lubed fingers started greasing up my hole. He wiped
his fingers on my pillow as he came up and kissed me. My hands found the
head of his dripping dick and I unravelled the condom down his knob. He
leaned back, hoisted my legs into the crooks of his elbows and lined up the
head of the disk against my hole.

I love the tender feeling of a cockhead pushing at my sphincter, asking for
entry. Ed reared up over me and let gravity do it's thing as he slowly
pushed into me. I let out a long sigh as, inch by inch, he went in smoothly
and bottomed out, exhaling as his hips hit mine. He pulled back just as
slowly and then started to thrust in. Looking down at me I looked him in
the eyes and nodded. He wasn't hurting me. I could take it.

'God your ass feels good.' He said, rocking his head back.  'Your cock is
sensational, Ed. Fuck me.' I said 'Yes, sir!' he responded and picked up
the pace.

He began to thrust longer and harder making me gasp each time he bottomed
out. He got faster and faster, grunting with each thrust . He brought my
legs up onto his shoulders and changed angle. His thick meat had me
stretched out and the rubbing against the insides of my ass felt great, but
with this change he began hitting my g-spot dead on. I cried out in shock
and pleasure and he stopped, mouth still open, but looking slightly
concerned. I bent my knees down behind his shoulders and pulled him back
into me to reassure him. I put one hand behind his head to pull him into a
kiss and he started rabbit fucking me: short quick thrusts.  Much more of
this and I'd explode. When I broke the kiss, he threw himself back, sweat
running down his abs, his pecs glistening with it, and he began long
thrusts into me crying out with each one. My dick was harder than it had
ever been and with one more punch to my prostate I gasped in and sighed out
as I came like a volcano. I was spurting rope after rope of cum onto my
chest and abs, and I felt a splash hit my cheek.

I was in such heaven I didn't notice that Ed had pounded me through the
orgasm and as I came out of my sex haze he was beginning to rise in volume
and thrust one final shove into me before half shouting, half growling he
came and came. I saw a bead of sweat roll down his temple as he fucked me
through his orgasm and then entered that zen-like sensation of enjoying a
really powerful orgasm. He sat back on his knees and his dick pulled out of
me, softening. He opened his eyes and looked at me, both of us, chests
heaving. He saw the mess I'd made of myself and crawled over me. He kissed
my forehead then saw the glob of cum on my cheek. He licked it up, kissed
me on the mouth and looked into my eyes.

'-dary.' He said.

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This was my first time writing fiction, erotic or otherwise, since my
creative writing assignments in school. I'd love to get feedback and will
continue to write if it's more positive than negative: dotcomme@gmail.com

Thanks for reading,

Jeremy