Growing up, I had a typical small-town life, playing with friends at the park or when the adults got together. I had both male and female friends, it didn't make a difference to me. That changed a few years later when puberty hit, and I began to notice there was a definite difference. High school arrived, and I began to go on dates. Even though I was a skinny guy, I was popular and had a few steady girlfriends. Time flew, and I was off to college, still a virgin. That changed during the week of freshman orientation. I met a girl at a party, and spent the evening chatting and drinking beer from the keg. She was bright and witty, a bit on the skinny side (like me), and rather plain looking, but I was enjoying her company, so I stood and talked, and kept refilling her cup. A few hours later, we were both good and buzzed, and we hit a lull in the conversation. I shuffled my feet, and looked up at her, then burst out laughing. She did the same, then surprised me grabbing me and planting a wet sloppy kiss on me. I kissed her back amid cheers from the other people nearby.
"C'mon, lets get out of here." she said, grabbing my hand and leading me to the door. We walked a couple of blocks back to the dorms, and made our way to my room without getting caught. Then our clothes were on the floor, and we were on my bed. Even though I was and still am a skinny guy, my cock started to grow early, and I ended up with a nice rod that's 7" long when hard, average thickness, and a helmet-shaped head with a flaring rim. Her eyes got big when she saw it, and she was on me in a flash, sucking it in and lapping around the head with her tongue. I lay there and let her have her way, enjoying the sensations she was giving me, and watching her head work up and down. Her next move was to climb up and straddle me, and lower herself down on my shaft, hissing with delight as it disappeared up her cunt. Once again, she did all the work, and I enjoyed her effort, watching her bounce up and down, her little tits jiggling when she'd hit bottom. But the excitement wore off, and I was actually becoming bored. Being drunk didn't help either, and I was beginning to think I wasn't going to cum, when she suddenly straightened up and leaned back. I could feel her cunt spasming around my cock as she had her orgasm. When it passed, she opened her eyes and looked at me for a second, then hoisted herself off my cock, and started sucking on it again, along with furiously jacking the shaft. Ah, that did the trick, and it was my turn to arch my back as hot strings of cum sprayed in her mouth and on her face.
She snuggled up against me, but the combination of beer and sex put me right to sleep, and of course the next morning, she was gone. Sometime during the night, my roommate had stumbled in, and he was asleep on his back, with a obvious morning hard-on under his shorts. As I lay there looking at him, my cock started to stiffen. I was naked, and on top of the sheets, but I didn't think about that as my hand drifted down my belly, wrapped around my stiff pole, and began to slowly stoke it. It felt good as it always did, and I closed my eyes for a few seconds. When I opened them, I was shocked to see Ted, my roommate, was awake, and had his hand in his shorts rubbing his hard on. He grinned when he saw my eyes open, and pushed his briefs down to expose his cock. It wasn't as big as mine, maybe 6", but it was very hard and surrounded by a thicket of black pubes. He started stroking his, and we watched each other jack off for a minute, then Ted stopped and sat up. I stopped too, curious about what he was going to do.
Once again, he grinned, and came over to my bed, and got on his knees next to it. Without hesitation or saying a word, he moved my hand off my cock and replaced it with his. I felt like I was in a trance, watching another guy's hand stroke my cock. I knew about gays, of course, but had never thought about doing anything with another guy, but it was happening, and I realized I liked what he was doing. Maybe it was just the excitement of doing something "wrong", but to me it felt better than when a girl had done the same thing a few hours ago. Then, he stopped.
"Just a second." he said, standing up and fishing around in a drawer. He came back with a tube, and squirted a clear liquid on the head of my cock and in his hand. Taking hold of my cock again, his hand glided up and down the shaft, spreading the lubricant and showing me how much pleasure a hand could give.
I closed my eyes, and concentrated on the sweet sensations coming from my cock, and not seeing Ted using his other hand to smear lube on his ass. Like me, Ted was slender, but where I had only thin wisps of hair on my chest and groin, he had generous amounts of hair on his body. After he had lubed his asshole, Ted climbed upon the bed with me. I opened my eyes and I saw he had straddled me, with a hand behind him pointing my cock at his backside. He lowered himself, and I felt my cock head press against his hole, the puckered opening spreading and stretching around the thick bulb. His face was tight with concentration as he pushed down past the head and onto the shaft, sliding slowly and steadily down, until his ass cheeks came to rest on my hips. This was a completely different feeling than last night, my cock was gripped tight in a warm wet ring. Ted's cock was just as hard as mine, pointing straight up and twitching. Ted pushed up, drawing my cock out until only the head was inside, then letting down so it sunk back into him. It felt great, and it was equally exciting watching his cock wag up and down, a stream of precum dribbling from the tip.
Unlike last night, I was totally into what we were doing, and was getting the familiar tingle of an orgasm building in my lower abdomen. Ted was liking it too, precum flowing steady from his cock as he bounced up and down on me. It was too much, I couldn't hold it any longer, and I reached out and grabbed his hips as the first blast of cum shot into his bowels. He settled down on me and rotated his ass as I pumped out several more wads, milking every bit of cum from me. When I was done, he took hold of his cock and stroked it with short fast strokes, bringing himself off and shooting ropes of thick cum onto my chest. I thought we were done, but instead of climbing off, he leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. Momentarily shocked, I recovered and kissed him back, feeling like it was the thing to do. We made out with Ted on top of me until my cock shrunk and slipped out of his ass, then he found the Kleenex box and we cleaned ourselves up.
"That your first time with a guy?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"You okay?" I thought for a second before I answered. Being honest, what I had just done with Ted was more exciting than anything I had ever done with a girl, including last night.
"Yeah, I am. I liked it." He looked relieved.
"Good. It would be kinda awkward otherwise." He put an arm around my waist, and lay his head on my shoulder. Over that first semester, in public we were friendly and normal acting, but in our dorm room, we were lovers. Several times a week, we would have hot sweaty sex. I learned to suck his cock, and found I liked the feel of his cock and the taste of his cum in my mouth. We discovered that both of us liked having the other's tongue in his asshole, although only after a good hot shower. We tried every position we could think of, and after getting each other off, would kiss and fall asleep in each others arms.
After first semester finals, I packed and climbed into my parents' car, glum at the prospect of a month without Ted. He lived on the other side of the state, and had said his parents were planning to head for the coast for Christmas. Once at home, I unpacked, and flopped down on my bed. Now what? I moped around until the weekend, then went bar hopping with some high school friends. It was better than sitting around, but I was very horny, and having sex with myself wasn't what I wanted. I was sitting on a stool, leaning back against the bar, when a guy wandered over and said Hi. It was Frank, a guy from the class ahead of mine in high school. I barely recognized him, with his long shaggy hair and drooping mustache. Frank was a bit shorter than I, and thicker. Not fat by any means, just more meat on his bones. He'd been a studious kid in high school, and was in a pre-med program at a big university. We chatted over drinks, and after a while, Frank asked if I'd found a girlfriend at college.
"Nope, went on some dates (which was true), but never found anyone to get serious about (also true, if talking about females)."
"Me either." he said. "I'm taking a heavy course load, and girls are a pain in the ass anyway." Something in the way he said it caught my interest. On spur of the moment, I decided to throw a comment out there, and see how he reacted.
