After graduating, I took on a position as an instructor's aid during my graduate studies year. I was amazed at how many young students not only sought out my assistance, but several even sought out my bed. One of these young men was Japanese-born Kyoshi Yuzuki. Kyo, as he liked to be called, was a very flamboyant young gay man and flaunted it quite openly. It was inevitable that he and I should hook up.
I crossed Kyo's path during an evening at the library. He later admitted that he had heard about me and my talents, so his approaching me in the library wasn't all that accidental. Still, I wasn't one to turn down an enjoyable fuck, even when it was so brazenly offered up to me on a platter.
"I don't normally do something like this," he laughed as we sat across from each other in the magazine reading section. I had
Entertainment Weekly
opened, enjoying the reviews of the up-coming summer movies, while he held
GQ
, with a photo of Orlando Bloom on the cover.
I closed my magazine and asked, "And what is it that you're doing?" We had yet to be formally introduced, even though it was obvious we already knew each other.
He looked shy, and yet was rather bold when he replied, "I don't normally come straight out and ask a guy if they'd like to make out sometime." His dark eyes looked up, capturing mine. His mouth was slightly open, the thin lips parted. I could see his tongue slide from one side to the other. An obvious invitation if there ever was one in our "community".
"I normally like to be wined and dined before going to bed with someone," I told him in an off-handed manner. It wasn't all that true, but still.
Kyo's eyes brightened. "We can stop in at Greek's Pizzeria! I'll buy!"
"I already had dinner tonight," I shrugged. "Sorry. Maybe we should just skip that part and head straight to my place?" I didn't need his answer. The way his face lit up was more than enough for me.
Kyo and I made our way across campus to my apartment. We had barely arrived before Kyo had turned and pulled my mouth to his and deeply kissed me. Kyo is a good six inches shorter than me and he pulled my head down while all but crawling up my body. His arms went around my neck and he hooked his left leg around my right as his tongue thrust deep into my mouth. Kyo had one hell of a long tongue, I discovered.
I could feel Kyo's bulge pressing hard against my crotch, and in turn my own cock began to grow. We broke off our deep kiss after a few minutes and pulled each other's polo shirts up and off. Kyo's mouth went back to mine and suddenly I found myself holding his entire weight in my hands as he wrapped both of his legs around my hips and pulled his naked chest tightly to my own. I took the opportunity to carry him on through to my bedroom. Meanwhile, Kyo lowered his mouth to my chest and began to tongue-tease my nipples, one after the other. The tingles he sent through my body gave my cock an added boost.
"Jeezus!" I groaned. "When's the last time you got laid?"
Kyo dropped to his feet and began to pull at my jeans. "A week ago. But I've been wanting to get with you for a long time, now. I've heard so much about you from my room-mate." He quickly had my fly open and my cock head tugged up over the top of my briefs.
"Who's your room-mate?" I had to ask.
Kyo moaned as my knob popped into view, just inches away. He replied, "Craig DuPaul." I knew Craig, alright. I didn't know he had a room-mate this year. He was a senior baseball player that had been drafted by the Kansas City Royals in the spring. He was a stud, and knew his way around a cock. He limited himself to just sucking and being sucked, and I had met him a few years back at a local adult bookstore. He and I had shared an enjoyment for gloryholes and had often tried to out-number each other in the number of cocks serviced during a session. We had also enjoyed many evenings locked in the mutually enjoyable 69-position in either his dorm room or mine. With his now being on the way to the Big Leagues, he had backed away from his gay tendencies. At least, that was what I'd heard. Knowing that he had such a flamboyant room-mate as Kyo made me wonder, and want to get back in touch with him.
As I recalled my limited history with Craig, Kyo had wrapped his lips around my knob and started swabbing it down with his tongue. The tingles of desire raced up my spine.