Date: Wed, 7 Sep 2022 20:13:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: I go to the Club and Get More Than a Kiss

Thank you to nifty. To all writers, readers, and especially those willing
to financially keep this wonderful site going. This is our home. Let's
keep it going! All the best, Terry

My first year of college was amazing, and I enjoyed Christmas break with
the family in Philadelphia. Yet from the city of liberty, where so many
famous documents were signed, my freedom was in the nations capital. Sure
there was political gridlock, and the ever well known traffic, but DC is
so gay friendly that it's dubbed "San Francisco of the East." DuPont
Circle was where the heart of the rainbow was, yet across the city I felt
more at home than where I had grown up. Philadelphia is getting more open
and affirming, but in DC I was just another college student who happened
to be gay. It was so nice to be accepted as is, and although I focused on
my studies first semester, I knew some guys that I liked. These
candidates as they were, all handsome young guys, and it was time to
finally lose my virginity to someone relationship oriented.

Our dorm was half jokingly called the "Rainbow Brigade." It was meant
with love, and not out of hate that I had seen elsewhere. Donovan Hall
was the gayest dormitory at George Washington University, and one truly
good friend was Billy. He actually had a pet cockatoo, that he somehow
got past the resident assistants. A lot of us surmised since no mention
of birds was in the student responsibility book, that the RA's hands
were tied in the matter. Plus Paul and Jerrod were so laid back. Sure
they'd go after a meaningful infraction, but let a lot slide. Zulu the
bird used to say "be gay," which led to cackles of laughter from us
all. I had held Zulu a couple times. Billy had him since he was eight
years old, and explained how he taught the bird to say this and other
funny phrases. What made everyone laugh, was when you knocked on his
door, the bird would say "no one's here." Fun times always.

My parents and brother were supportive, when I came out to them at 16
years ago. They all smiled and said "tell us something we don't know."
So many of my classmates told me horror stories, and I was happy to have
a family who didn't view my being gay as a defect of some sort. One
night I spent a night consoling Ray, who lived on the third floor, after
he broke down and told his family to so much toxic negativity. He cried,
and so did I. All night we sat in his room, and hugged as he realized
that "his lifestyle wouldn't be accepted." Ray was such a kind and
wonderful human being. We had a couple political science classes
together, and since he knew the campus better, was able to guide me
through my first week of classes.

George Washington is very much an urban campus. Located downtown but not
far from the federal areas, the lecture hall buildings and dorms were all
over the place. The shuttle was a great concept, and often I went the bus
route here and there. Yet to keep my track star figure I walked it a lot.
There was no real time to run, but now with a semester under my belt I
was ready to start up again. GWU's athletics were primarily baseball and
basketball. Unfortunately at 5'7 and 150 or so, I was built for quick
sprints, but not for either of those activities. I missed the 100 yard
dash. Smiling I thought of getting third place in the all state
competition. It was good being the school record holder, but this medal
meant so much still. My essay to GWU was about my track and field
experiences, but obviously my GPA got me in. Seven of the schools
selected me out of eight. The bastards at Yale didn't but their loss.

My advisor Dr Robinson laughed, when I brought up the Yale rejection. I
was shocked, but as he finally did contain himself, said "you're far
better off here, as a lot of people won't hire Ivy League graduates."
On his computer he showed me studies that proved this. As a young man I
was angered by the denial, but now felt better after our meeting. He had
been everything you'd want as an advisor, and his life story read like
something out of a book. Against amazing odds he was in this position,
and he inspired me to take more challenging electives. The old man was
very smart, and it was a good decision. Returning to campus, I was
fighting for every A plus. This brought out my competitive nature. Also I
was discovering Stars Night Club on the weekends.

Located in southwest DC, I'd get a Lyft ride to the predominantly gay
club. It had been some time since my last passion with a male, and even
then it was high school stuff. My friend Marc and I had kissed, rubbed
our cocks together, and have each other head. Yet he wouldn't fuck me,
which I so wanted, and was pent up due to this. Sure I loved being with
him holding hands, and kissing but I wanted to end my virginity. Ray had
teased me a few times, but was I believe seeing an older guy in the DC
suburbs. I couldn't prove it, but I didn't believe the older guy with
the blue BMW was a family member. Lucky guy as Ray was really handsome.
Yet I was finding another home at Stars.

Here the admission was only $5. I couldn't drink alcohol, and had to
wear an underage arm band. Having just turned 18 I was slightly miffed.
Yes I could die for my country, but not drink at the club. Sure I did on
campus, so after some time, I just decided to drink before rolling in.
Also I had some E that made me far more aware, and I loved watching guys
kiss to the techno music. So many good looking men, and I was a babe in
the woods. Even though it was winter, I'd go in wearing tight athletic
shorts and a tight t shirt. Yet the night I hit paydirt I wore
compression shorts to show off more of my body. It was a Friday night
like many others, yet a lot of mens eyes were looking at my obvious hard
on and tight ass.

With my shaved pubes and balls, I was freshly smooth. Shaving before
going, I knew what downstairs looked. My seven inches were more than
adequate, and made the compression shorts stick out. As the music and
lights blared, guys were able to look down my smooth groin. This made me
even hotter. Men were flirting with me, but a tall blonde guy a few years
older caught my eyes. Magnetic. That's the only way. I don't remember
if I walked to him, or he came my way, but his blue eyes were like oceans
of the Caribbean color. He introduced himself as Tony, holding a beer in
his right hand. I was to accompany him to the quiet lounge, and I walked
there without protest. He smelled good, as the cologne wafted off of him.
His presence alone was confident and self assured.

With my Coke, we sat at a table. His 6 foot muscular frame was eye candy.
So well built with that blonde hair looking messed up on perfect. I could
smell that masculine cologne, and I became so damn erect. Was precum
releasing through my compression shorts. The table hid that, but we
talked as if we had known each other for years. He was 22 and a senior at
nearby American University. That accent now told me where he was from.
New England. He grew up in Vermont, but now lived with his family in
Portland, Maine. The way he described it, I could see him in a bathing
suit, and on one of the sailboats at full speed powered by the winds. He
had the Nautica look, and we were somehow closer than earlier.

Smiling he pulled out a hidden flask, and poured whiskey in my Coke. It
tasted really good. He got another beer and got me another soda that he
"hooked up." This was a good night, and we could both see guys kissing
and making out on the dance floor. Inside the lobby area there were only
a few people, but like us a dark yet intimate setting. Finally it
happened, because just like gravity is inevitable in the universe, we
were kissing. His lips made me almost squeal, as soft, sultry, yet so
manly. Our tongues danced together. He held my head in his hands. Such a
good feeling. My diminutive 5'7 thin frame didn't have much on him, but
my little guy strength made my way up his shirt. Touching his nips and
squeezing them, we kissed with even more purpose. There was no music or
sound, as all that was happening was our kissing. His pecs felt so good,
and I briefly held him back. "Take me somewhere baby, as I must have
you." The booze and comfort in, we kissed again. His beer on the table,
he smiled at me. "Let's go back to my apartment." Holding hands he
took me to his black Jeep Wrangler. Oh yes he was hitting all my boxes of
desire, and as we got in the car, he touched my erect crotch. Smiling at
me with a mischievous look, all I heard was "I see your cum has already
started. Now I'm going to finish it up." Those big hands worked on my
knob a bit. Kissing more, the windows fogged up. Our unbridled passion
was intense, and I told him "I want you now." He struggled getting the
car on, but soon we were on the DC streets, with those loud tires of his
on these dilapidated roads.

At red lights we kissed. Soon we pulled up into a parking spot. The beige
buildings weren't new, but I didn't care. My only concern was a
roommate. "None baby none." Up the elevator we went, and I looked at
his tall frame. All I thought of was "get in those pants." He was
obviously very well developed, and I so needed that cock in my hands and
mouth. Actually I needed it inside me too, as tonight I'd get plowed.
All the porn of watching a bottom take a guy had me out of control with
desire. In his 12th floor apartment, we kissed and he showed me around.
"Let's go on the balcony for awhile Terry, and let's drink sexy."
Mmmm.

His balcony couch was comfortable. We both drank liquor that he made, and
I was feeling really good. Horny too. We held each other kissing.
Although fairly well lit I went for it. My hands around his waist went to
the button, and I slid his pants down. How on earth could this be
possible? His penis was an easy 10 inches, and his low hanging balls were
gigantic. I had seen porn with hung black guys, but his well trimmed cock
was monster size. He was completely naked. I got down on my knees, taking
my shirt off. Oh I so loved the warm tube in my palms. His testicles were
so nice. Warm too and soft, silky I massaged his private parts. His
breath increased and his closed eyes, as my lips made their way down his
sex. Licking his shaft, and soon going as deep as I could, I had his
manhood in my mouth. So loved the big head and the noise his junk made as
I went up and down in prayer formation.

He was in a world of pleasure. I did everything to give him a blowjob of
his dreams. Wearing only my shorts, I was on my knees literally taking
him into my lips. He tasted amazing. Precum was sugary sweet, and the
taste of his genitals was delightful. I went down as far as I could. He
yelled out loud, and tussled my hair. He was somewhere else, as my
slobber meshed with his DNA. Oh how I just kept bobbing up and down, and
he was so rigidly hard. Just a gigantic penis, and although I wanted him,
he was far bigger than the guys I played around with in high school. His
thick long shaft was my new favorite play toy, and all I wanted to do was
make him desire me more. That musky creamy flavor in my mouth and nasal
passages. The pulsating bulging sex organ of his. I tried everything to
go all down and deepthroat. Close but not quite yet he was delirious. His
shirt off, sweat, and heavy breathing told me I was hitting paydirt. It
was a blowjob of insanity, as he tried to say something but couldn't.
Finally he somehow managed to manhandle me, and I was buck naked on his
bed.

The booze plus the earlier E was confusing in a good way, as all of my
senses were heightened. I loved how he kissed me. Then as I was buck
naked in front of him, this so made me even hornier. He was eyeing me up
and down, and as I got lost in those baby blues, he took me in his
reddish lips. Oh yes so wet and hot, as he used his long fingers to touch
my nuts that now weighed a ton. Soon he made my legs jut out further.
Looking at each other, I was in ecstasy as he took my cock down to the
base. Oh that slurping noise as I moaned. He pushed my legs apart more,
and oh my God! His tongue lit up my asshole like a lightning hitting a
lake, as I literally screamed at a high pitch. No one had done this, and
I was in a brand new world.

He was so good and just went with his intuition. Soon I felt something
warm. Oh my he had a finger in my ass. I didn't fight him off. Just let
it happen. Tony's magical tongue and finger made me so hard. Soon he
started sucking my full up cock, and fingering me said "you ready to
have another guy in you?" "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I was putty and couldn't
resist. We kissed and he told me to lie down, and when I felt him in me,
to push down. I understood, and as I lay there exposed, liked it when he
touched my butt cheeks. Then more hot warm liquid, and then a experience
I'll never forget til my last breath.

It hurt a bit. He noticed and slowly entered me with that giant cock of
his. I bit the pillow and just well, allowed him to have his way. I could
hear him grunt, and felt him enter my tight hole. His powerful cologne
and I was at his mercy. It took time. Yet as he slid further I gasped.
Then he slowed but consistently slid more into me. I was now full. My ass
was stretched out like it never had before, and although my tummy hurt, I
was willing to take the pain for his pleasure. He was the one I wanted to
be with, and I allowed him to go where no man had gone. Soon it wasn't
as painful, but pressure, and the bed springs were creaking. Eventually
he turned me over and lay on top of me. Inside me we kissed. He was so
sweaty. I was too actually. He was so much more heavy than I was, and I
didn't want to escape him taking my behind at his mercy.

We smiled looking in each other's eyes, and I noticed my legs were
wrapped around his back as he plunged further in me. Gritting my teeth I
looked at him. No words were spoken. I had him lie on the bed, and sat on
his beyond magnificent cock, sliding down bit by bit. The scents and
smells. All of the pheromones. He had lubed me more, and now as I rode
him he grabbed my ass. Holding onto my waist too, I leaned in to kiss
him. He was so kissable, and I liked when he felt my balls as I rode up
and down. He could see his manhood in me. I certainly felt it. Then what
was so clear became a haze of who knows what.

The booze and drugs as now I was riding him more harshly. We kissed and
he told me "you're so sexy baby." This made me more aggressive. I was
riding his almost foot long cock, and felt his pressure and presence
inside of me. Soon his expressions changed. There was almost an aura and
I felt his cock jump up. Oh yes he was literally in some type of
epiphany, and soon he screamed with a level of force that I never had
seen. My butt was full of his hot white swimmers. Oh yes he had cum
inside me. It was an incredible feeling. He kept pouring his cum in me,
and my ass accepted every single drop. Turned on, he kissed me and took
his now relieved cock out of me. I felt his sperm rolling out and he
jerked my hard penis off. The marvelous feeling. I was here, and then
there nowhere, as I shot a load that went up in the air. Together we
hugged, kissing. He checked on if I was okay. I hurt a bit, but it was
worth it, as Tony was all I could have dreamed of and more. We fell
asleep to sweet dreams in each other's arms, and nude in his comfortable
bed. This was the best moments of my life. As I woke up I looked at him
sleeping. So handsome and I hoped to be his exclusive.