Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2018 12:31:27 +0000
From: Andrew Lee <andyblue1994@hotmail.com>
Subject: The-Music-College-Chapter-3

That years Halloween party was my first opportunity to get to know Ryan. By
this point he had dyed his hair platinum blonde (something I do fairly
regularly myself) and I thought it really suited him. He was wearing a
tight shirt on his body, and I could see that his chest was full of short,
curly hairs.


Through the grapevine, at this point I had heard that Ryan, whilst single,
was not actually gay. I've always thought it was more of a `not out'
situation... and to my knowledge nobody has ever known him have a
girlfriend.


We talked about college and our aspirations. He wanted to be a professional
opera singer, where I had more of an interest in Musical Theatre. He was a
tenor too, but I would describe him as more of a lyrical tenor - someone
you would expect to sing lots of Britten, Vaughan Williams, Faure, that
kind of stuff.


As he spoke to me I found him so beautiful. His eyes were electric blue,
shining in the lights of the party. I was dressed as a scary clown, and he
was a vampire - I would have said he was more of a sexy one than a scary
one.


We got on quite well, but I could tell from the conversation that there was
no use asking for anything more than this chat at this point. I even got
the sense that this conversation was going to be a a rare point of
conversation.


Not for a second did I think he disliked me. But he was
popular... everybody in every year group likes Ryan, and I very much kept
myself to myself. Other than my friendship with Libby (who was now my best
friend) I had failed to forge any friendships at all with my class mates.


As some of Ryan's friends came over to get him, he left. One thing I can
say for sure, is that there was glance back in my direction. I've never
known for sure if the look was of pity, or of regret.


Also some time in late October I left my job at a large Supermarket to do
some bar work. I started at a bar in the heart of Manchester's City
Centre. On my very first shift a boy caught my eye. Joseph.


**I should tell you before I continue, without sounding all Lemony Snicket,
this part of the story isn't full of cheer, and certainly does not have a
happy ending.


Joseph was short - probably around 5'5", Blue Eyes (I have a thing for blue
eyes) and had all the charisma a guy could dream of. He made me laugh from
the first minute we met, and I could tell he was trying to get a sense of
my interests straight away.


After only my second shift I added Joseph on Facebook and we began to chat
non-stop. That first night he was going in to town to go clubbing, and the
fact that he was up all night should really have rang alarm bells in my
head. He liked more than just a drink. I have to admit in the past I have
socially done drugs, but nothing like Joseph.


For a couple of weeks I was seeing both Joseph and Tommy. I knew in my head
that I was looking for something a little bit more real, and I kept it up
with both of them because I was hoping Tommy would say he wanted the
same. His feelings for me never developed, and we fizzled out. I'm sorry to
say I haven't seen him since.


I ended up in a relationship with Joseph, one that was far too close for
people who had just met.


One great thing about Joseph (I'd probably say his only redeeming feature)
was what was in his trousers. Easily 9 inches, and as thick as a beer can,
Joseph never failed to please me.


The first time we had sex was incredible, it was one of the nights where
we'd both been out together, and we got back to my place around 4am and
climbed in to bed. Things got fiery and this was always a great experience
with Joseph. We'd been together for a couple of months and this was the
first time we went all the way... we'd done pretty much everything else but
there was a stall in this. We both knew it was because I was terrified to
take such a thick cock. I'd certainly never been fucked by one as thick as
it before.


I got myself warmed up by sucking his fat dick, I could barely get half of
it in. When I let him take over, like any guy with a big dick he was
obsessed over getting it all the way down my throat and got a thrill from
my eyes watering and me gasping for air after each thrust. He throat fucked
me for several minutes, not letting up even when I started to slap him
away. I was getting close to passing out, but I didn't want it to stop. I
loved getting face-fucked by this beast of a cock. He backed my head
against the wall next to my bed to give him more leverage, and pumped
himself in and out of my throat. I knew I wasn't going to be able to speak
tomorrow but I didn't care.


Eventually he pulled away and I was gasping for air, my own dick now
throbbing. I began so rub myself, just to give me some small relief from
the throbbing I felt in my dick.


`You ready?' He asked me. Joseph was always a bit of a prude about sex
until it came to actually doing it, where he turned in to an animal, and I
loved it. He could get so powerful in bed, and being so much bigger than
him in body, I was always so aroused by this.


Without waiting for my answer he turned me on to my front and mounted me on
my upper back. He spread my cheeks and began to eat me like I was a fresh
meal, making sure to leave lots of saliva so that his dick would slide in
me as easily as possible. I moaned in to my bed covers as he loosened by
hole. He slid his tongue in me, and started to tongue fuck me. I was
moaning the loudest I ever have - good job it was in to my bedding.


He started to add his fingers and went straight in with two... this had me
moan a little harder and without much time at all, he added a third
finger. I could feel myself really starting to stretch out now under the
work from his fingers. He continued to work me for a few minutes.


`Please, fuck me!' I begged. I was ready to explode and I knew the only
thing that would satisfy me was his massive dick inside me.


Without another word he turned himself round so that he was sat on the back
of my thighs instead. He picked up the lube from net to my bed and began to
lather himself up, and dropped some directly on to my hole.


He lined up his huge uncut head, and I felt it teasing at my hole. Without
another Joseph slid himself inside me, just a couple of inches at first. It
hurt so much, but I was experienced enough to know that I had to ride out
the pain if I wanted to enjoy what came next. I held my covers tight,
trying not to show him how much it hurt.


He continued to slide in another inch at a time, until eventually all 9" of
him were deep inside my body. He could feel how tense I was and he waited a
little while before starting his mission of filling my hole with his creamy
cum.


He started with the smallest of thrusts... just an inch or two each
way. The pain was starting to subside and I was now starting to like the
feeling inside me.


`Ok, I'm good. Now fuck me'


Not the most attractive admission during sex, but I knew it was important
to let him know that I was ok, if I wanted to get the wild animal out of
him.


He started to thrust deeper, and would push hard back inside me, right down
to the base, as if he was trying to get every single millimetre inside
me. His thrusts were getting quicker with every second, and I could feel
the animal sex starting to leak out of him. Eventually he lost all sense of
worry.


Joseph fucked my hole for several minutes, in and out, and in and out. He
moaned louder to the point of where he was now crying out in pleasure. We'd
lost all inhibitions about my flat mates hearing us. We were both moaning
at the top of my voices. In fact, by this point I was practically
screaming.


We were both loud lovers, so at this point I wouldn't be surprised if the
whole building is awake.


We're rocking the bed like soldiers on leave, screaming in pleasure. His
massive cock is destroying my hole, and prodding at my prostate making my
own cock pulsate.


Joseph pulls me up on to my hands and knees to give him more leverage and
reaches around to stroke my dick. I'm so worked up, and so hard, that my
cock head is the most purple and tense it has ever been. He jacks me off
whilst he fucks me, and from the speed he is going at my arse and dick, I
can tell he's getting close.


`Turn over, I'm going to cum' Joseph whispered.


I should have known, never happy with the simple option. Joseph has an
obsession with cumming on my face and in my beard.


I do as I'm told and he climbs on to my chest, and pulls my hand to his
dick. I pull the skin back and forward. He screams as usual whilst I empty
his load. His dick oozes creamy jizz all over my face and beard... he jolts
and writhes as I empty his sack on to my face. It's warm and it feels
sticky and amazing.


I move my hand down to my own dick and finish myself off. It doesn't take
long for me to spray my load all over my stomach and Joseph's back.


That first night we were both far too drained to clean up. I wiped up as
much cum as I could with my underwear, and we both slept sticky and sweaty
in each other's arms.


I was in a relationship with Joseph for around 8 months - one of the
longest I have ever had. Unfortunately he liked going out and having a good
time a little too much. He cheated on me several times, and I always found
out, and I stayed with him because the sex was amazing - alas, that wasn't
going to be enough to allow myself to be treated that way forever and our
relationship ended early in June of 2016.


End of Chapter 3


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