Date: Sun, 5 Jul 2020 15:32:00 -0700
From: R G
Subject: Not Another Love Story Chapter 2: The Virgin

None of the characters in this story are real, nor do they describe anyone
that exists in real life.  This is just a simple story that describes
male-on-male love, which can and will include sex scenes. If you are
uncomfortable with this, I advise you to stop reading.


Remember, the real world does have disease and sociopaths, so if you engage
in any type of sexual encounter, please use the safe sex guidelines
provided by a Licensed Medical Doctor such as using a condom or not
exposing a stranger's semen to mucosal surfaces like your mouth or anus.


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(Brief Summary: Bottom POV with Virgin Total Top, Bittersweet Love,
Meta-Content)

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I awoke the next morning wondering if yesterday actually happened or if it
was just a really intense wet dream. But my sore anus and the condom in the
trashcan suggested otherwise. I should have known that it would end like
this. It always does. I sigh as I start my coffee maker and make a fried
egg for breakfast. The combo of a hot drink and some food helps and I start
feeling human again.  I go about my routine and realize that today feels a
lot like yesterday.  The same feeling of routine, the same feeling of loss,
but this time I knew it was going to happen, so I just felt like the world
was just continuing as if it never happened.  I didn't even know the guy's
name, for Pete's sake! So, I just went with it. It didn't help that I
didn't see "booth babe" there for a week again.


I entered my "teacher's office." I swear this must have been a storage
closet before they repurposed it for an "office." I see the same student
from yesterday enter. I am a bit sore from yesterday and asked him what
concept he wanted to review today. He wants to review another basic concept
again. This kept going for a while with basic concept after basic concept,
but I made sure I took the time to make sure the concept was well defined
and understood in each case. Don't want the world filled with people who
don't know chemistry and biology.


As the semester progressed, he seemed to be getting more comfortable and we
started sharing personal details with each other, like our favorite TV
series, our favorite exercises, our favorite foods. We had so much in
common, we were frequently finishing each other's joke. Turns out he is a
gamer as well and likes the same genre of game as I do. We got to be really
good friends. However, the last day of office hours for this semester was
today, and I was going to miss our time together. He was so easy to talk to
that it was almost like he and I were on the same wavelength.  But, he
seemed particularly jumpy this evening.


It is hard to miss with Benjamin. That was his name, a.k.a. "Big Ben" if
you believe some of the rumors. And it wasn't because Benjamin was also at
least 6'2," (never sure about that, once again based on my own height) but
was supposedly carrying some major hardware in those briefs if you believe
urinal talk. He was otherwise unremarkable, he was lean, but nothing
defined. Brown hair and brown eyes. But otherwise it was hard with him. He
looked young, but when he was particularly passionate about a subject he
suddenly became extremely literate. He just said he skipped some grades and
so was technically younger than many, but he was a quick learner.


However, he seemed particularly jumpy today. I just attributed it to the
end of a semester. Any end is always scary. Since I thought this was going
to be the last time I am going to see him, I decided, "All is fair in love
and war."


I told him I really enjoyed our time together and that if he was
interested, there was a bar on the edge of campus. I knew this was
dangerous territory, so I had a backup excuse just in case (that it was
near the garage). He gave a big smile and even looked a bit relieved when I
asked him. He said he would love to spend the evening with me.


We are walking the edge of campus and we continue to walk. He walks close
to me, really close, but never touches me. I take the first push and
lightly touch him, telling him it is okay to touch me. As soon as I do
that, his hands suddenly find themselves all over me. I can feel his body
against mine, his hands roaming as he reaches to pull me around forcefully
and push his lips on my lips. We haven't even made it to the bar yet. He
was rough, unnecessarily so. I stopped him and said, "This isn't a porno,
this is a date." He immediately begins to see that this could be more fun
than he anticipated.


We get to the bar and I order water as does Benjamin. I ask him if he is
sure he doesn't want something to drink to celebrate the occasion? He looks
into my eyes and says, "I am quite sure. I am quite sure I want to remember
this evening in every detail."


Now I am sure that Benjamin is coming onto me. That was pretty obvious. I
tell him to relax, that I already like him. Once again, I see him calm down
and relax, almost in relief. He ordered one Vodka in Diet Soda. We once
again eased back into our natural banter, barely noticing the people around
the bar. When it had become obvious it was getting later, I asked him if he
was interested in coming back to my place? His eyes lit up, and he said,
"Definitely Yes."


We open my door and go to my room and get naked and put some towels out. He
looks embarrassed. I ask what is going on and he admits that he has never
had sex before. The look of surprise must have made itself evident on my
face. He smiles sadly. I quickly regain my composure and say, "It is okay
to be a virgin. That is not a bad thing, we know what we are from what we
experience, like TV or the Internet."


He looked at me and said, "I know you know they call me Big Ben. And I am
pretty sure I know you know the real reason why."


He pulls off the towel and it is clear the urinal talks were not
lying. This was clearly a big cock. He was cut and flaccid and it already
looked 6". I looked at it a bit daunted already. As he came closer it
became bigger, but it looked like it got chubbier and fuller. By the time
he was at the bed, he was hard and looked like he was 7¾". I know
that is bigger than my XL prostate massager, and that thing is huge. There
were some XL condoms and lube left over (okay, fine, I bought them in case
"booth babe" ever showed up, but who cares right now). Ben and I began a
slow dance as he got in bed and I got on top of him.


I started by telling him the biggest thing to remember is the prostate,
which was on the belly side of the anal entry. Otherwise the bottom doesn't
get it as good. I put the condom on his cock and applied a liberal amount
of lube. He asked why he should do that, I told him it doesn't matter if
someone says they are a virgin, if you haven't been tested together, you
are strangers. Always use safe sex.


He then started to roughly shove his cock in my ass in one shot. I stopped
him and said you have to be slow in the beginning so that my prostate can
respond appropriately. "First, open me up, you can use your hands or lips
or toys to open me up."


He lies down and just puts the cockhead in my anus. It stings and I tell
him to wait. As the pain dulls, I tell him that he can start to enter.  He
slowly enters me and since he is so big, he fills me.  He goes all the way
and just holds it there until I am used to his size. As I adjust, he
compliments how I pleasure him, how I feel on his cock, how it feels even
better than he thought.  He tries to go jackhammer speed at first, but I
stop him and say you have to start slow and then go to faster speeds. So he
begins the slow insertion, slow exit, almost as if to tease me for telling
how to do it. Once his size and speed are comfortable I can start feeling
my prostate respond. I ask him to start going faster because now I need to
feel him on my prostate. He does and since I am on top, I can stop him if
he is too fast. He gets the rhythm down surprisingly quickly and switches
to missionary style, and in no time at all he is hitting my prostate and
watching my face as I let my prostate have a nice massage with this big
cocked stud. I tell him to use his hands, open my ass, caress my arms, or
hold them near my head. I tell him to play with my nipples and he dives
down on me so that he can suck on my nipples while hitting my prostate. He
whispers sweet nothings in my ear. That does it. I get a hands-free
orgasm. When he feels my muscles contract around his cock when I orgasm, I
can hear him orgasming into the condom. He takes a second to recover then
removes his cock and takes the condom off and asks if I want it. I respond
negatively saying he is still a stranger to me until we are tested
together, so he throws it.


He then has a single tear and smile as he stares at me.  I ask him what is
wrong. He said something silly. I said I didn't care, I've heard it all.


He talks about how he was so tall and big that he was always asked what
sport he played.  He said he never preferred them, but rather to learn more
about how the world and body worked, so he became a biochemistry major.  He
never wanted to be pigeon-holed into a stereotype, but he knew that was how
some people just saw the world. But when he approached me for help on the
simple concept, I expected that you would brush me off like most of my
other teachers once they saw me. They always assumed that I did not care
and therefore did the minimal amount of work needed. You saw something
different. You saw someone who wanted to learn and was willing to take as
long as it took even when it looked hopeless. It also helps that you look
so much like one of the guys I had a crush on in middle school.  At the
time I didn't understand why I wanted to be around him so much. Yes, he was
good looking in the middle school way, but so were the girls and I didn't
want to spend nearly as much time with them as I did than him. I didn't
understand that I was gay and beginning to have a crush. When people saw me
and assumed that someone like me could never be gay, I went with it, never
questioniong why. I was introduced to so many girls, and I thought at some
point it would happen, and it never did. I never thought that my first time
would be with my middle school crush" he said.


We fell asleep in each other's arms that night.

***