Date: Tue, 17 Mar 2020 13:07:08 -0700
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Post Grad School (Gay/Beginnings, oral, anal, M/M)

Beginnings, oral, anal, M/M

Author's Note:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between
consenting adult males.  If this type of content offends you
or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

Copyright 2018 Wolf, all rights reserved.

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Post Grad School
By
Wolf

	When I graduated from college with my Bachelors of
Science degree, I assigned to share an apartment with
another grad student named Scott while we attended
graduate school.  Scott was a law grad student and I was a
geology student.

	Scott was the first one to move into the apartment on
campus.  It was an old two-bedroom with a single bathroom.
He selected the larger of the two bedrooms.  I moved in a
couple of days later.

	Scott mentions, "Sam I hope you don't mind that I
took the larger bedroom.  I will change rooms if you like."

	I had liked Scott because he was brilliant and pleasant
to talk to.  He was absolutely gorgeous.  He was a handsome
guy, that was all of six-foot-four, physically fit, black hair,
gray eyes.  He was the kind man that turned me on even
though I had not admitted that I had a gay streak.

	I am only five-feet eleven, black hair, stocky build, and
as hairy as a bear.  I didn't object to him having the larger
room.  I accepted the fact that he was the alfa male.

	While getting to know each other I learned that Scott
was a Harvard graduate and had spent a year studying at the
London School of Economics.  I had graduated with a degree
in geology and a dual major in computer science

	He mentioned that his girlfriend was also a grad
student, and her dorm-room bed was so small and that it
was uncomfortable for two.  He planned on having her over
often.  I assumed that was his way of saying he was straight.

	We shared the apartment for a couple of weeks, then
one fine morning I woke up the to the sound of a little
ruffling sound coming from the adjoining bathroom.  The
bathroom door was slightly ajar.  He was standing at the sink
shaving.  I got up and entered the bathroom and stood in
front of the toilet and pissed into the bowl.  When he
finished shaving and washed his face, he walked past me on
his way to the kitchen in the nude.

	Scott didn't say anything.

	I was embarrassed because I sleep in the nude, and I
was completely uncovered.  I was confused about why Scott
continued to watch me. 	I have to admit that I admired and
envied what was hanging between his legs.  There was
something about his hairy body and dangling uncut cock
that turned me on.  He was at least six-foot-four tall.  His
body was covered in dark body hair thick enough to qualify
as s bear.  The hair on his chest led a trail down his body to a
magnificent right-inch uncut cock dangling over a scrotum
that hung low between his legs.

	Before that day he would at least wrap a towel
around his waist while walking and the apartment.  After
that was the beginning Scott making it a practice of shedding
his clothes as soon as he entered the apartment and casually
walking around the apartment in the nude.  It was as if he
was deliberately taunting me.  When in his room he thought
nothing about getting up to go to the kitchen for a drink
naked.  It was common for him to sit on the furniture naked
reading textbooks in the nude.

	When he did put on clothes Scott had the habit of
lounging around apartment shirtless, and his white-haired
chest visible. He liked to wear baggy cotton sweat shorts
that allowed his cock and scrotum to be visible sticking out
of one of his leg-hole.  I couldn't keep from checking his junk
out.

	On a few occasions his girlfriend would stay overnight,
and I would be kept awake listening to the thump of the
headboard against the wall and the moaning of the young
woman.  After one such night, I decided to greet them in the
morning at the kitchen table just as naked as them.

	One after she left, Scott and I spent the day naked.
Scott approached me and took me into his arms and while
hugging me he kissed me on the mouth while sticking his
tongue into my mouth.  Then he forced me to my knees and
slapped my face with his cock until I opened my mouth.  He
grabbed my head with both hands and fucked my mouth
until he squirted his load of white cum into my mouth.  I was
forced to swallow his cum before he released my head.

	It was degrading to be forced to suck his cock but at
the same time, it was thrilling.  I no longer than accepted
what he had done than Scott made me kneel on the futon
with my head resting on the cushion.  I was in a prayerful
position with my butt in the air.

	Scott retrieved a bottle of lubricant and applied a
generous amount of the liquid to his cock and used his hand
to ensure it was covered completely before he used two
fingers to apply some lubricant to my asshole.  He placed a
hand on the small of my back and used the other hand to
guide his cock to my hairy asshole.

	I was a virgin and it hurt like hell as his cock spread my
sphincter.  I pleaded with him to pull out, to no avail.

	Scott took hold of my hips and fucked me fast and
hard.  I was grunting with every thrust that drove mt face
into the cushion.  I was sweating by the time Scott was ready
to cum.  He shot some into my colin before pulling out and
squirting the rest on my back.

	I felt a cold liquid dripping from my asshole and
running down my scrotum and dripping onto the cushion.  I
also felt his warm hand rubbing his cum into my back and
butt.  When I collapsed on the futon, I knew that I had
changed.  I knew that I was gay.

	We didn't bother getting dressed afterward.  We
talked about our new relationship.  Scott admitted that it
was only fair that he allowed me to fuck him.  He lay on the
cum stained cushion on his back.  He spread his legs and
when I knelt between his legs, he took hold of the back of
his thighs and pulled his legs up until they were pressed
against his belly.  He smiles at me and said, "GET SOME!"

	As I guided my own cock. to his hairy asshole, I
admired his uncut cock and hairy scrotum.  He hardly made
a sound as my cock penetrated his asshole.  (It was obvious
that Scott was no stranger to anal sex).

	When we were home together, we shamelessly sat
around naked watching TV and masturbating each other.
The futon cushion covers need to be washed several times a
week.  When we had a few days without school or work we
didn't bother bathing so that we could wallow in the
pungent odor of our bodies.  The sheets on our beds
became permanently yellow stained.  We indulged ourselves
with licking pungent armpits, pungent hairy assholes, taints,
scrotums, and cocks.  We even lapped up cum dripping from
each other's asshole.  We delighted in licking the head
cheese from under each other's foreskin.  Scott was bold
enough to answer the door naked.

	Some interesting things happened as a result of him
answering the door naked.  More than one pizza delivery
boy got more than a tip.  Scott welcomed him in and while
the delivery boy stood there holding the pizza box, he pulled
the boy's pants down and sucked his cock while sticking a
finger up the boy's ass.

	I became very attuned gay vibes from the men I met.
I recognized some students and professors having a gay side.
You don't expect the geology department of being a hotbed
of gay activity, but I recognized some.

	When it came time for me to write my doctorial
theses paper.  The department head assigned the professor
of petroleum geology as my advisor.  I had very little
interaction with him when I was taking petroleum geology
305 in his class.

	The first meeting with him as my counselor was an
eye-opener.  When I knocked on the door to his office and
was told to come in, I got that feeling about him.

	He was sitting behind his desk and he told me to have
a seat.  The first thing I smelled was the rich aroma of fresh-
brewed coffee.  There was only a leather couch against the
wall.  He asked me if I would like a cup of coffee.  When I
accepted, he turned to the credenza facing the window and
filled two mugs with coffee and added sugar as I requested.
Then he came around the desk to sit next to me.  I was
studying him carefully.

	I assumed that he was about forty-five-years-old.  His
hair was receding and turning gray at the temples.  The hair
sticking over the collar of a sports shirt was white.

	He handed me a mug and we sat there, sipping coffee
while I proposed the subject of my paper.  He offered some
suggestions to narrow the focus.  He changes the subject to
get to know me.

	I told him about myself, leaving out the activities with
my roommate.  While I was talking to him, he placed his
hand on my thigh.  When I didn't object his hand moved up
to my crotch.  I squeezed my cock and balls.  In response, I
turned towards him and kissed him on the mouth.  While he
was shedding my clothes, I was removing his.

	When we were naked, I saw that his pecks looked
more like tits.  His cock was only about hive-inches long and
his cock was circumcised.  His balls were in a wrinkled flesh
sack.

	We sucked each other's cock and I wound up face
down across the desk and hi cock up my ass.  I had sex with
him at least once a week until I had to defend my paper.


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