This is part of a multi-part story about a group of college students. The series has a sexual theme which may involve both straight and gay sex, sibling-incest, group-sex and more. It will not contain any content relating to underage sex, bestiality, or rape.
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Ben Stevens (BenStevensFiction@outlook.com)
It had been a good day, with beautiful weather, only one lecture, and nineteen year-old Adam Banks felt on top of the world. He was a good-looking lad, 5'8" tall, with medium-length brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. He worked-out, now and then; enough to have made his body athletic, rather than developed. Dressed, as usual, in his tee-shirt, jogging bottoms and trainers, he felt at home in the comfort of the college Common Room. What could possibly go wrong?
In an instant, everything went wrong. His worst nightmare walked-in, sat next to him and pulled-out his lecture notes. In contrast to the under-confident Adam, Stephen Belcher was a skinhead, complete with sleeveless tee-shirt revealing a few tattoos, tight jeans, braces, Doctor Martens boots and close-cropped hair. Adam was terrified of him.
"Hey."
"Hi, Belcher. I mean .. um .. Stephen, isn't it?" Adam only knew him by sight, which was bad enough.
"It's OK. `Belcher' will do. Everybody calls me that."
"Oh, thanks. I'm Adam. I've seen you around, but never bumped into you before." By then, Adam was looking for a way out.
"I know. I transferred from another college, last month."
"Ah, that explains it. Well, it's good meeting you, but I'm going to have to make a move."
"The Databases lecture. You seemed to know all about it. I wanted to ask you a few things."
"Oh, sure," Adam breathed a sigh of relief, mixed with caution. At least Belcher just seemed to want some advice on his studies.
"Don't let me stop you if you've got to get away. Meet me here at five o'clock and we can talk."
Adam wanted to do exactly anything but that, but didn't dare refuse. Agreeing, and wishing he hadn't, he left the Common Room, heading for the College Library, assuming it would be the one place Belcher would probably never visit.
After two hours of sweating, and fearing that he was about to be bullied into doing the skinhead's assignment for him, Adam returned to the Common Room, which by then was quite crowded. Just as he was hoping Belcher would forget, or just not bother to show-up, he heard a voice shout "Banksy, over here."
At first, he wondered "Who the hell is Banksy?," then realised it was himself. Looking in the direction the voice had come from, he saw Belcher.
"Hi, Belcher, you wanted to know something about databases?"
"Yeah, I think I got the gist of it, but I got bogged-down in all that normalisation stuff, and I reckoned you were the man to see."
"OK. I'll be glad to help," Adam lied.
"Look, it's fucking chocka, in here. We need somewhere quiet."
"Yeah, you're right."
"Come with me. My Dad's got a shed, on the allotments, down the road. I go there when I need some peace and quiet."
Not wishing to argue, Adam agreed, following Belcher out of the college grounds and along the main road, towards the allotments. When they arrived there, Belcher led him along the path, towards a shed, in the far corner. It was much larger than other sheds on the site, and seemed in good condition.
"My Dad started renting the allotment and shed a while back, but I had to take it over for him after he did his back in." He unlocked the door and entered.
"Come on in." Adam did as he was asked, stepping into the shed, which had a bench, shelves and some seats and benches. A number of tools hung on the far wall, where they wouldn't present a danger.
"Thanks for coming to hang-out. Here, have a beer." Without waiting for a reply, he opened a can of lager and handed it to Adam, who accepted it, wondering when exactly he had agreed to `hang-out' with a skinhead.
Noticing Adam had flinched, Belcher commented, "Oh, I get it, you're put-off by the haircut, and the tattoos."
Adam wanted to add that the clothes, braces and boots didn't do him any favours either, but thought better of it. "Well, I guess you are a bit, shall we say, intimidating."
"Oh, don't judge me by looks. I'm harmless, really. Sure, I can look after myself," he flexed a muscle. "But I'm not a Nazi, or a bully, or a thug, and I've not been caught for anything."
Adam stammered "I'm not judging you," knowing that he had been.
"OK, I was doing fine with databases until we got to this normalisation thing. It's doing my head in. I was hoping you could explain it to me."
"I'll give it a go. It's not so difficult once you've got your head round it."
They sat for half an hour, working through some examples. Contrary to his suspicions, Adam found Belcher to be quite friendly and intelligent, and began to lose his fear of him.
"So that's all there is to it?"
"Yeah, it's not so hard once you realise what's happening."
"Thanks, Adam, you're a star."
"Oh, I'm happy to help."
"Anyway, I wanted to, like, ask you something."
"More about, databases?" He felt he was on safe ground now.
"Um, oh, them. No."
"No?"
"No. Something personal. I wanna ask you something, like, mates." He raised his own can of lager and took a swig. Adam did the same.
"Sure, I'm listening."
"OK, but you gotta give an honest answer. No matter what."
"OK." That sounded ominous. He was concerned about the possible outcome.
"I heard you talking, in the corridor, the other day. You told your mate you went to a Boarding School."
"That's right, I did." Was he about to get a beating for not having gone to a Comprehensive?
"I've heard `things' go on in those schools."
"Things?"
"You know, `things'; lads doing stuff." He paused, lowering his voice, "... to one another."
"Oh, I guess it happens." This seemed to be getting worse by the minute.
"Did you do it? Don't worry, I won't judge you. I'm just curious."
Adam was suddenly so scared that he blurted-out the one thing he really didn't want to say. "No, well, yeah, well ... it went on."
"So that was a `yes'?"
Adam's look of horror said it all. "Why do you ask?"
"I wondered if you'd let me have a suck on your cock."
Choking on his lager, Adam couldn't believe what he'd just heard, and asked Belcher to repeat it.
"I watched a bi-porn movie, the other night, and couldn't get it out of my head; I think I'm bi. When I heard you went to an all-male Boarding School, I figured you'd probably done it all, so I wondered if you'd let me try sucking you off, to see what it's like."
"You wanna blow me?"
"Yeah. If you're OK with it. I would never force you."
This was all completely unexpected. Adam could hardly believe what he was hearing, and he had to admit to himself that the prospect of oral sex with the fit, good-looking skinhead was quite attractive. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined Belcher would want it.
"Let me get this right. You want to suck me?"
"You don't have to let me, if you don't want to."
Moving his chair so he was sitting directly facing Belcher, rather than opposite him, he asked "Are you really sure you wanna do this?"
"Yeah."
"OK, take my tee-shirt off."
Belcher hesitated a little, then reached forward, taking the bottom of Adam's tee-shirt in his hands and peeling it upwards, over his head and off.
"Nice abs, Banksy." He ran his hands over Adam's chest and down his belly.
Giving him a moment to get used to the situation, Adam slipped his trainers off and stood-up. Now was the moment of truth. Belcher gasped, reaching forward a little nervously, slipping his fingers into the waistband of the lad's jogging bottoms and eased them down. Adam stepped out of them and remained standing there in nothing but his black boxer-briefs. Strangely, he no longer felt afraid of the skinhead, whom he had suddenly grown to understand a little. Closing his eyes, he felt Belcher's hands running across his buttocks, then opened them, as his underwear was gently slipped down.
Belcher had a look of wonder and excitement on his face, as he sat with Adam's cock and balls hanging directly in front of him, then reached-out nervously taking the lad's semi in his hand, fondling it gently and slipping the foreskin back, with his fingers. To his delight, it quickly erected to its full six inches.
"What do you reckon?"
"It's fucking amazing. Can I try sucking it?"
"Of course you can," Adam laughed.
Belcher bent forward, brushing his lips against Adam's cock-head, as if not quite sure what to do, then darted his tongue over it. Gaining confidence, he took it in his mouth, sucking on it as he cupped Adam's balls in his left hand. Adam gently stroked Belcher's close-cropped hair, looking down to see him fumbling with his fly-buttons, opening his pants to release his fully-erect penis. It was about seven inches long, uncut, and impressively thick. Belcher began eagerly masturbating as he sucked. There was no doubt that he was enjoying the new experience.
Adam was now filled with confidence. "Wow, Belcher, that's a nice fat one. Big knob on it, too."
"Thanks, mate.
"Can I have a feel?"
"Sure, any time." He stood-up, so they faced one another.
Reaching-out, Adam ran a hand over Belcher's ball-sack and along his shaft, taking it in his hand. After giving it a few strokes, he dropped to his knees, licking-off the pre-cum that had began to seep-out, then took the head in his mouth, keeping one hand around the shaft.
"I pre-cum fucking loads when I'm horny."
Adam sucked a little longer, then came up for air. "That's erotic. Cocks that pre-cum a lot really turn me on."
With new-found confidence, and without asking, he began to undress the skinhead, stripping him down to his boxer-shorts; they had cartoon characters on them. Down they came, leaving both lads facing one another, completely naked and fully erect. Belcher put an arm around Adam, drawing him close, until their bodies touched, kissing him full on the lips. Adam responded, slipping his tongue into Belcher's mouth.
When the moment had passed, they gave one another a little space, with Belcher moving the chair back next to the one he had been sitting on. Sitting again, they embraced and continued to kiss one another. Belcher was surprisingly gentle in everything he'd done.
They whispered together. "I can't get over how fat your cock is, and the size of the head."
"Thanks, my girlfriend loves the way it stretches her cunt-hole wide."
"Your girlfriend?"
"Oh, yeah, Sharon. Don't worry, she's not a problem."
"Sharon Murray?"
"You've heard of her."
"I think everybody's heard of her." They both grinned.
"I bang her every chance I get. Up the ass, too."
"That's hot. I always wondered if she did that."
"Yeah, she's fucking kinky. She likes to pee all over my bollocks."
"Wow, you're right, that's kinky."
"It doesn't disgust you."
"Hell, no. When you've got-off with your mates, standing at Boarding School urinals, you get to enjoy piss-fun."
Belcher smiled. "There's more to you than I thought."
"Then maybe I'll piss on your ball-sack for you, some time." Adam winked.
"I'd fucking love that."
"How did you get into it?"
"We were on the grass, in her back garden. Nobody was around and it's not over-looked, so we were shagging, naked. I was on my back, with her riding me. Then she lifted herself off and told me she wanted to watch me wank-off."
"Great."
"While I was tossing myself, she straddled me, rubbing her clit. Then she got over-excited, lost control and pissed a bit. She said `Oh, fuck,' but it felt amazing as it hit my bollocks and I told her not to stop. So she opened the flood gates and let it all flow out."
"That must have been amazing."
"It was. Drove me wild as her hot piss ran over my nut-sack. I blew a fucking huge load. After that, we did it more often."
"Do you piss on her too?"
"Fuck, yeah. Drives her wild."
"You dirty bastard." They both grinned.
Belcher reached into his bag, under the chair, pulling-out a tube of lube. "We use this when I fuck her in the ass."
"You want to fuck me?"
"No, silly, well, maybe some time. But today, I want you to do me. I wanna see what it's like."
"Sure, I'll do it for you." Adam could hardly believe his luck.
"Today's made you sort of special to me, and I want the first ever cock in my ass to be yours."
Standing, he bent forward, over the workbench, pushing a few flowerpots to one side then reached round to spread his ass-cheeks. Adam knelt behind him, licking all over Belcher's ball-sack and up to his anus, running his tongue round and round, then darting it in. Belcher was sighing with pleasure.
Adam squeezed some lube into his new friend's ass-crack, then gently eased a finger into his hole, making it wet and slippery, which gave the young skinhead more pleasure than ever. Finally, after rubbing some lube onto his cock-head, he put it to Belcher's ass-hole.
"No, don't tense your muscles. If you relax them my cock will go in without hurting." It took some trust to believe this, but Belcher complied, groaning as Adam's cock-head penetrated him.
"Now, that's the worst bit over. Stay relaxed and I'll ease it in." It was well-lubed and slipped in without undue discomfort.
"Tell me when it's all the way in."
"It already is. Right to the base. You're a natural."
"It feels kinda good."
"OK, now you're used to it being in you, stay relaxed and I'll start fucking." He withdrew just a little, then pushed forward again. Hearing no sounds of pain, he began to fuck, slowly and gently, withdrawing a little more each time, until his cock was sliding in and out of the lad's ass. Leaning forward, with his chest flat against Belcher's back, and his lips next to his cheek, he whispered "How's it feel?"
"Fucking awesome. Fuck me, Banksy, fuck me hard."
Adam didn't need to be asked twice. Speeding-up his thrusting, he began to give hard, fast strokes, accompanied by the sound of his balls slapping against Belcher's ass. Suddenly, Belcher, moaning with pleasure, blurted-out "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum."
"Let it all out, man," gasped Adam, grabbing the lad's hips with both hands and fucking for all he was worth, as Belcher let out a loud moan and blew his load. This was all too much for Adam, who couldn't hold back any longer, slamming his cock in as far as it would go and holding it there until it had stopped spurting.
They remained in the same position for a while, until Adam's cock, now soft, slipped from Belcher's ass. Standing, they embraced and kissed.
"I've never known anything like it. I shot my load without even having my cock touched."
"Yeah, that happens with some people. Like I said, you're a natural."
"Thanks for helping me, Adam. Maybe we can hang-out and do it some more."
"Oh, you're hooked on it, then?"
"I mean it. You're a decent guy, and I could do with more friends like you. I don't mean just for sex."
Smiling, Adam kissed him on the cheek, taking Belcher's soft cock in his hand. "Well, I certainly wouldn't want to lose a such a nice fat cock, would I?"
"Whenever we're alone, you can pull it out, wank it, suck it. Whatever you want, and that's a promise."
"Then, the same goes for my cock. Deal?"
"Deal."
"Will you fuck me, next time?"
Belcher kissed him on the lips. "Damn right I will."