It was a cold, rainy Sunday afternoon, and there was nothing to do. I wanted to do only one thing, anyway - I wanted to fuck. I wanted - nay, needed - to fuck someone's brains out, and soon, otherwise I was sure my balls would have burst.
I had just gotten back from a long, dull, dutiful spring break with my family; in the middle of suburban New Hampshire, in a town where the only gays were old married couples with kids and dogs, I had spent an increasingly unbearable two sex-free weeks. Aside from a few rushed jerk-off sessions in the shower, I haven't given my cock a good work-out in 14 long days and it was 14 too many.
After the two hour ride to campus, I dropped my bags in my dorm and hit the streets.
A few weeks ago, I had begun hooking up with a guy named Ben O'Malley. He was an earnest history major, and I'd met him through friends; we met up for drinks one evening. He was adorably shy and nervous, and clearly inexperienced. I could see he was new to the scene and wouldn't read the signs, so I was frank with him - I told him that I wasn't looking for a relationship, but I'd love nothing more than to take him home and plow him like a cornfield. He blushed - first guy I've ever seen blush in my life - but was tipsy enough that he agreed.
Since then, we had been meeting up to fool around whenever we could - which wasn't often. He lived off-campus in a crowded apartment with his very Irish family - a long-suffering mother, beer-swilling dad and six siblings, whom he wasn't out to yet, and I was usually cockblocked at my dorm by my roommate.
Ben worked part-time at a supermarket a few blocks down from campus. I texted him to see if he was working that night - he was. I walked briskly over, pulling my hood up over my head to keep clear of the drizzly rain, and was there in a few minutes.
I saw him immediately - he was working a register. I don't know what it was about Ben - he wasn't the sexiest, the handsomest, the fittest guy I've ever fucked by any means - yet somehow, I couldn't get enough of him.
He wasn't very tall - 5'7" or 5'8" - and kind of stocky: he had beautiful muscular arms and pecs, a bit of a belly, and thighs like tree-trunks. He had very pale, pinkish skin and his whole body was covered with fluffy ginger hair. He kept his beautiful red hair cut fairly short, and he had an open, freckled face with big green eyes and eminently kissable lips.
I ducked into an aisle before he could see me - I wanted to surprise him. I picked up a pack of lube and a box of condoms, and was just about to check out, when something caught my eye. I dropped one more thing in my basket, and walked to his line.
He grinned when he saw me, and blushed again when he saw what I was buying.
"Can you go on a break?" I asked.
"I don't think so..." he began.
"Even if I ask you really nicely?" I looked him square in those round green eyes. He blushed even more.
Five minutes later, he had smuggled me into a small bathroom in a staff-only section of the store, and locked the door.
"I really don't think we should be..." I shut him up by planting a kiss on his plump, pink lips. I pushed him against the wall and reached around, planting a hand on each of his ass cheeks - he had the most amazing ass, big and round and firm, pink and scattered with ginger hair. I kneaded his ass through the fabric of his jeans, and began kissing his neck. He let out a few sighs.
I wouldn't have minded just making out for hours, but we didn't have much time, and I was really horny, so I squatted down and swiftly undid his belt. Ben pulled off his t-shirt. I dragged down his jeans and baggy cotton boxers - his already-hard cock sprung free and almost hit me in the face. Ben was so eager.
He had a really great dick, not huge or thick but a nice, average-sized cut dick with a large, kissable head and big low-hanging balls like ripe peaches.
I licked the head, then gently began swallowing it. Ben exhaled sharply.
"Oh my god, don't stop..." He threw his head back and bit his lip.
I began sucking his cock in earnest, fondling the balls. He began pumping his hips gently, and - this was my favorite part of blowing Ben, it was so cute - he stroked my hair.
