When I went to university aged nineteen I was a virgin and I'd never even had a girlfriend. I arrived at university with high hopes of getting a girl straight away. Those hopes faded in my first few weeks as I had no success with girls.
My frustration was compounded by being surrounded by innumerable micro skirted girls. It was made even worse because in my last year at school, as a sex-obsessed eighteen-year-old I'd had a couple of "wank buddies", boys at school I masturbated and hand jobbed with to relieve my sexual frustrations. My parents of course knew nothing about them. I desperately missed my wank buddies.
But it wasn't long before I discovered that there were lots of other sexually frustrated boys my age around me, all hungry for whatever sexual experiences they could get. That's how I got involved with Ian.
One Saturday afternoon I was going through my Saturday ritual of washing my clothes in the hall's laundry room. At the next washing machine to me was a boy I recognized as a fresher like me and the same age as me. He was fit looking with a slight beard and short dark hair and like me was in a tee shirt and jeans.
As he pulled his wet washing out of the machine I couldn't help noticing the underwear he was washing. I saw some extremely brief male thongs in white, black and other colours. They looked barely big enough to cover a flaccid cock let alone an erection and they were just thin thong gussets at the back.
I also realised with a mixture of excitement and shock that this boy wasn't hiding his thongs. My heart was pounding and my cock was rising at the implications of what this might mean. He looked at me in an odd way with a little smile on his lips. I knew I had to do something. I said:
"I bet you look good in those sexy undies."
He didn't say anything. Instead he looked around to check the room was clear, then he unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans. His underwear-clad cock popped out. He was wearing a deep red male thong. I saw instantly he was fully erect. His straining penis was pushing the red cloth far out from his body. The thin cloth taut over his erection showed the outline of his penis shaft and its big round head in perfect detail. Through the gap where his underwear was pushed out from his body I could see his dark pubic hair and his naked penis shaft. As I stared at his bulging underwear he nudged his hips forward.
I couldn't help myself. I reached down and touched his thong. I ran my fingertips over the soft bulge of his balls then up along his shaft. Through the thin cloth I gently stroked the base ridge of his cock head, then ran my fingers over the big round bulge of his glans. He grunted and a little wet patch appeared where the thin cloth stretched over his cock head. I slid my fingers through the gap between his thong and his body to feel his naked hard penis shaft and to ruffle his pubic hair.
Then I just had to pull down the front of his thong to let his naked cock bounce out. It was a big solid seven inches bending up to a big grey-purple head. I ran my fingers over it feeling its so exciting stiffness. It was the first boy's penis I'd touched in months. I wrapped my thumb and forefinger round his shaft to wank him. But just as I started to stroke his shaft we heard someone approaching in the corridor and Ian quickly put himself away and hid his sexy underwear.
