My University Life - Year 1

1975 - Before University

In the February of 1975, not long after the Christmas school break, I celebrated my 18th birthday. My close friends David, Alan and Kevin organised some parties and pub outings for me. [

My name is Jon Bailey by the way.

] At one of these outings, David let slip that his sister's friend fancied me. He also said that his sister, Paula, had said her friend Barbara was a 'bit of a slapper'!

Though I was a horny lad anyway, all my experience was centred round myself. I had learned the many ways to have an orgasm all by myself. I knew what girls were supposed to like, I knew all the theory of exactly what to do. I just had never actually done it with a girl!

I thought if there was a chance of getting my leg over, I'd definitely have a date with her. After several dates, I'd got past the easy bases. In the February half term, we were alone in her house. After fondling her breasts and removing her bra, I caressed her naked tits, tweaking her nipples. As we were lay on her bed, I moved my leg between hers, which she seemed to open wider. My hand moved slowly down her side, over her waist and under her short skirt to her panties. Kissing her mouth intensely, my horn was raring to go in my pants, I finally moved my hand to the fabric covering the crutch of her panties. A fraction outside her vagina. I could feel the moistness on them and the roughness of her pubic hair, as I rubbed a finger along the centre. A moment later my finger slipped in the side of the crutch and rubbed along her vagina's entrance. No objections!

My head was pounding in anticipation and I eased out of the kiss. I looked at her face as I moved my hand from her crutch to slip over the top of her panties, past her pubic mound and hair to cup her vagina. My finger slipped into her hole, warm and wet and so inviting. She closed her eyes in an unspoken 'that feels good'. As horny as I was I wanted to be sure not to just 'fuck, cum and go', keeping my options open for more. So I moved my finger to rub her clit, still not kissing. Barbara, eyes still closed, opened her mouth for a kiss. Kissing, I continued to rub the knobby bit of her clitoris. Quicker than I expected, Barbara was inhaling deeply then grunting out, "Oh!... Oh!... Fuucckk!" as she climaxed.

I slowed rubbing but didn't stop, and a moment later she came again. But now, to my surprise, she shuffled her panties off then started undoing my belt. It wasn't long before my pants were at my knees and I was kneeling between her splayed open legs, my erection extremely hard and pointing up at 45 degrees. Now, I'm not one to brag but I like to think it's 8 inches fully erect, but it's actually it's a bit shy at only 7 and a big bit! I'm sure her eyes widened at the sight of my proud cock!

I eased forward, my hands resting and holding my weight at her side. My knob end was too high, so I had to guide it with my hand to slip it in. Her vaginal canal was exceedingly wet and warm around my rampant rod, which I began to poke. Annoyingly, my excitement got the better of me and I shot my load quicker than I hoped.

Apologising, I pulled out but stayed kneeling between Barbara's opened legs. As I looked down at her gaping cunt, I could see my cum dribbling out. It was then that she saw my cock was still erect.

"Will it go again?" she asked.

The second fuck lasted a lot longer and was a lot more vigorous. So vigorous, Barbara climaxed again while I fucked her. My own climax eventually erupted more hot spunk into her womb.

We dated and fucked for a few more weeks, but eventually she seemed to lose interest. I wasn't offended or hurt. Let's face it I'd gotten a good number of shags in during those few weeks. What more can a bloke ask?

But by the Easter, I had to begin some serious studying. In the late Spring/Summer I took my 'A' Levels. I had a head for numbers, it seemed, and so mathematics became my 'specialist subject'. My dad, a very practical man, was pleased as punch that I was going to go to University, but for the life of him he couldn't understand my choice of subject.

"How can you earn money doing sums?" he'd ask repeatedly.

I honestly told him I didn't know just then, but I would in three years time. Hopefully!

Once the exams were over, it was party time! Again it was David that sorted out some house parties, at his house. It was inevitable I suppose that David's sister would invite Barbara. There were bodies in every room, but not out in David dad's shed. So that's where we went. The kissing and fondling, bra undone was all as before, but as I went to feel down below Barbara stopped me. She was on a period! My erection has been steadily growing in anticipation of a stand-up fuck but that was an obvious no-go now. However, Barbara dropped in front of me and undid my zip, teasing out my hardening cock.

I was overjoyed when her lips enfolded the bell end of my stiff-as-a-pole cock. Her mouth was warm around it, as she began stroking the shaft and rolling her tongue around. I looked down at her bobbing head as slightly pushed my hips forward and back in a mock mouth fuck. It was probably no more than a minute before I warned her I was near to cuming. It didn't stop her. Within seconds my stomach clenched, electricity surged around my body, ecstasy bloomed and my cock began pulsing hot spunk into Barbara's mouth. Though she almost gagged, she didn't let a drop escape her mouth and she swallowed it all. It was actually my first blow job, but obviously not hers!

I also learned something that Barbara liked. Well she actually told me what to do. We'd already fucked and cum, both of us, when she made me slip my still erect penis inside her.

"Now cock your legs outside mine but keep your cock inside!" she said.

So I did. Her legs were now clamped together and my dick impaled inside her. So I fucked her like that. It felt tighter and the angle or something meant I was rubbing her clit with each stroke in and out of my stiffness.

"Jon! Oh fuck Jon, Oh Oh... Ohhhhh" she finally burst out as she orgasmed. I continued and continued until she'd had two more before I eventually inserted my orgasmic load inside her. I would remember this and repeat it.

When the results came out in August, I did surprisingly well, even if I say so myself. 2 A's and a B. Well pleased. I got my first choice, which was King's College, London, (KCL) to do an undergraduate degree in Mathematics & Statistics.

So it was, that in mid September 1975 I went south some 200 odd miles, from Preston to London. I went by train, leaving mum, dad and younger sister Annie at Preston Station. It was a bit tearful, mainly on mum's and Annie's side. Dad just shook my hand and told me to 'be sensible'. Sensible! My Grand Plan was to lose my senses, shagging and boozing!

September 1975 - KCL Year 1 Term 1

At KCL, all first year students' accommodation was in University Halls. Mine was near London Bridge, about 2 miles from King's College Strand campus, a forty minute walk away. The room was compact but had everything I needed: a bed, a desk, a window, a wardrobe and a toilet and sink. There was also a communal kitchen and a couple of shower rooms along the corridor. I met up with some of the other lads on that first day. Two were from my course.

By the time I'd familiarised myself with everything and spent some time in the communal area, I decided to retire for the night. That first night, away from home other than for holidays, I felt suddenly lonely and sort of stressful.

As I had always done in those moments of personal stress or anxiety or uncertainty, I relaxed and eased those tensions by ejaculating them away. I undressed and lay on the bed, naked then gently began to stroke my pleasure pal into life. Once fully erect, the serious job of wanking myself began. Many a time I would bring myself to the brink of orgasm then pause, letting the warning tingle fade before resuming my stroking. This time I just went for it. The tingling started and I continued pulling on my erect cock. As my stomach began to clench, I arched my back up and let the electric feeling surge through my body and into my aching cock. Hot creamy spunk spewed out in great pulses over my stomach. Finally sated, I lay back feeling warm and relaxed. I just lay there until I felt my cum juices start to dribble down my side! Fortunately my underpants were to hand to wipe it up.

The morning erection demanded similar attention at about 6:30!

Myself and the other two lads, Phil and Richie, walked alongside the Thames into King's College to begin "Fresher's Week". We were introduced to Sam, a third year student who acted as a guide and showed us around. We signed up for some things, some with little intention of going to, but 5-a-side football was a cert! I had always been a goalie, being a slightly taller than average and stretchy! Anyway that first week was all about finding our feet. The next week we were introduced to our Tutors and began our introductory lectures, which would be mainly in one of the ground floor lecture halls. There was only 2 girls on the course, neither of whom seemed particularly attractive. I didn't particularly fancy either of them anyway. I'd have to look elsewhere for shagging opportunities.

It was lunchtime on that first day when I went to the toilets. There were 4 urinals and 4 cubicles on each side with four sinks near the entrance. The cubicles had 3 inch solid walls from the floor up to maybe 7 feet with the door having a 4 or 5 inch gap at the floor. I have to admit that they were super clean, but I couldn't resist having a midday wank in there! It became a regular "exercise".

However it was in my own room in Halls where I felt most relaxed. And most hard! There I could get naked. If I wanted, I could see myself in the mirror tossing off. I didn't need to use toilets to do it either. Though I admit to having tossed off in the showers, many times.

Over the next four weeks, the three of us got to know the Student's Union bar and some other nearby pubs, as well as getting in lots of footie. One time we saw Sam in the George pub near College. He had his friend Harry with him. After a bit of chat Harry asked which Halls we were in. When we told him, he looked at Sam, then us.

"Did he warn you," he asked, "about locking your doors?"

Having replied "No", he continued, "Lock you dorm door if you're having a wank. Two years ago, one student didn't and a couple of his friends stormed in to find him on his bed, back up against the wall, legs over his head and sucking his own dick!"

We all laughed and I said, "Well when you have a little sister, you always lock the door!"

It's strange how something get seeded in your head, which then unexpectedly pops up. So it was late one evening the following week, I'd got naked and got my dick firm and ready to start pleasuring myself when Harry's tale came into my head and an image of someone sucking their own dick. I couldn't resist, so as I was lay on the bed I shuffled my back and my legs up the wall, with my head on the bed. Dropping my legs forward, it brought my erect dick before my eyes. Fortunately my extra length and body flexibility meant that with a bit of shuffling and stretching I managed to get my lips around my cock end. With my foreskin pulled back, the sensation of my tongue rolling round the glans was new and amazing. I bobbed my dick and my head as best I could. It was fucking awesome. So awesome that I quickly shot my load into my own mouth. It was the first time I'd tasted and swallowed my own cum juices. It wouldn't be the last!

After many positional trials, I found I could lie flat on the bed, pull my legs up and behind my arms and bob my mouth easily on my erection. I was fascinated, when sucking and near climax, to see my balls tighten up, then feel my stomach clench in anticipation and watched as the corpus spongiosum, the long mound running on the underside of my cock, twitched and pulsed as hot cum was ejected into my mouth. If I moved the toilet door and its mirror, I could even see myself sucking myself off. How erotic is that!

My daily routine became a morning wake up wank; a lunchtime wank in the toilets; a teatime wank wherever I was; and the evening auto-fellatio.

I couldn't believe how quickly that first term went, then I was home for Christmas. Funnily when dad asked me how it was going, I suddenly thought back to my grand plan of shagging and drinking. I'd done plenty of the second but none of the first! Well, aside from a sort of self shagging!

With family and friends together, it was a great break. I also realised how much family and friends meant to me, which made going back a bit harder.

1976 - KCL Year 1 Term 2

The second term began in January 1976, just before my 19th Birthday. Then we started Statistics twice a week. Unlike the rest of the course, there were fewer students, no girls and after a fortnight, lectures moved to an underground room on the opposite side of the campus. Statistics was a bit mind bending at first and inevitably required some tension release!

The toilets here were very different! There was only four cubicles, two a side facing each other. The adjoining wall was made of some sort of plastic or fibre or woody stuff, only about 1/2 inch thick, with a gap of about 5 or 6 inches to the floor. The doors hung in the centre of the two cubicles, on a panel maybe 3 or 4 inches wide. There was a fair amount of graffiti on the walls too. It was fun to read some of the stuff while I sat far back on the seat and wanked into the bowl. A couple of them puzzled me:

It sucks over there

A hole lot of fun

You'll fucking love it

There were arrows with them pointing to the opposite cubicles. I would find out why later.

For whatever reason, I seemed to use the cubicle at the far left when I went in there. I'd noticed before that there had been water on the floor, between the two cubicles, as if there'd been a leak and it hadn't been mopped up. Nonetheless, I ignored it and stood or sat as I pulled on my joy stick until the release of orgasmic joy and buckets of spunk.

So I'm in there one day and there's water on the floor again, when in comes another student into the adjacent cubicle. It was then that I realised the water was acting like a mirror! I'm sat there with my hand holding my dick, part way through wanking into the toilet bowl when I see him turn towards the adjoining wall and get his dick out. Then he starts wanking! Obviously doing it so that I could see him. My hand froze around my dick and my eyes locked on the view of this guy wanking himself off. For me to see! I saw him rest a hand on the wall and lean himself forward slightly. The image in the watery mirror then rippled as I saw his ejected spunk hit the water. I suddenly found myself stroking my own still hard dick. In a strange sort of excitement. The guy next door had zipped himself up, put a thumbs up at me and was leaving just as I ejaculated. Hard and intensely.

I sat there for a moment, easing down from shooting my load. Now I knew what the water on the floor was for. To watch one another wanking! And cuming!

As I left, I half expected to see him waiting but there was no one. There was no one else in any other cubicles either. The next lecture was back in the main block, where the immaculate toilets were, where there was no graffiti and no puddles of water! Back in Halls I couldn't get the image of that guy wanking out of my head. It seemed oddly erotic as I lay there, wanking myself. The cuming was really intense.

I couldn't resist going to those toilets the next time I was at the Stats lecture. I sat there a while but no one came into the next one to me, but I did hear the opposite cubicle lock. I listened but didn't hear anything, so got busy pulling on my dick until spunk release.

There was only one Maths lecture on the Friday afternoon and once it was over, I just had to go over to the other toilets. When I got there, the two cubicles on the left were empty but the two on the right were occupied. For whatever reason, I walked quietly into the far left one, as before, and quietly closed the door. The puddle was there! As I sat there about to get my dick out, I heard this grunting like sound. It could only be from the other cubicles opposite, I thought. In a moment of extreme curiosity, I decided to peek under the door across to the other side. As I did what I saw puzzled me and I sat back. The one on the left was stood just behind the closed door, his pants down. The one on the right was on his knees just behind his door. The second grunt followed shortly after. I heard the doors unlock and them leave, a moment or so apart.

I waited, then got up and left my cubicle. There was no one around so I walked across to the opposite one. And closed the door. I stood and as I looked around, I saw it. There was a hole behind the door in the wall joining the two cubicles! It looked like a number of unsuccessful repairs had been made. And undone! It was maybe 2 or 3 inches in diameter, about 12 inches in from the door's hinge and maybe 2 foot 6 or so up from the floor! What we would nowadays call a Gloryhole.

I sat down as it dawned on me. One guy had stuck his dick through the hole, then the other one had knelt down to suck it off! I was just about to get my dick out when I heard someone come into the next cubicle. Suddenly strangely fearful, I got up and left quickly. I walked hurriedly to the exit and out into the corridor. I'd turned the corner and was walking briskly, when I realised I hadn't wanked off! I stopped, turned round planning to go to the left hand cubicles instead. As I turned the last corner to the toilets I saw the back of another student just turn the opposite far corner.

As I entered, all the cubicles were empty and, for whatever reason I went back to the same one on the right, as earlier. I closed the door, unzipped and took out my already hardening prick. Turning round I noticed the light catch on something on the door. It wasn't there before. As I looked I realised it was wet, slimy and streaking down the door, from a point level with the hole. Suddenly it dawned on me. The guy who'd entered the next cubicle earlier must have wanked and cum through the hole. Onto this cubicle's door! My own dick was hard in my hand and I thought 'why not?' So I yanked away on my proud pole before sticking it through the hole and ejaculating gobs of spunk onto the back of the next cubicle's door! I left quickly after that.

The next week, there was someone in the right one and I chickened out of going that side! So I went into the far left one instead. I dawned on me then that the guy opposite might be peaking under his door to see my feet, just as I had done. I was going to wank into the puddle but instead just sat down, pants down and wanked into the bowl. He left before I came!!

On the Tuesday the following week, as I went in, both right hand cubicles were closed. I could see feet near the doors! Quietly I went into the left side cubicle and closed the door. I sat there just listening. There were noises but indistinct. After a few minutes I looked under my door and saw one set of feet facing the wall and the other guy was kneeling. A suck job was in progress! Then the inevitable grunt. I sat back feeling my erection forming. Assuming they would swap over, I waited then looked again. However, what I saw was both sets of feet pointing in the same direction! One was obviously sticking his dick in the hole but the other... then the penny dropped. One of the other guy's hands was near his ankles, so his arsehole had to be against the hole in the wall! Where the first guy's dick was. It had to be an arse fucking! I was transfixed until I heard yet another grunt as the one on the right must have cum in the other one's arse. I sat back.