College Crush.
This is mostly factual story, about something that happened to me recently. I have added some extra parts that are fictitious, but only to spice things up a little.
Part One
In the second week of college, I saw him. He was beautiful, with soft brown hair that fell into his deep blue eyes. He had a seductive smile that left two adorable dimples on his tanned cheeks. He was the kind of guy I dreamt about, he was the kind of guy everyone dreamt about, basically he was a dreamboat. I followed him right across campus, my eyes firmly glued to his perfectly rounded butt. I was unaware of where he was going, but I couldn't stop following him, I was totally mesmerised by him. Luckily though he led me straight to my class, he was my lecturer, wow! ...His name was Malcolm Perry and he was only twenty-nine.
Let me tell you a bit more about myself. I am an eighteen-year-old college student. I think I'm bi, but sometimes I feel maybe I'm 100% gay. I was a virgin when I started college, I had dated numerous girls, but I had never slept with any of them, neither had I slept with a guy. But I longed to sleep with a guy. I remember when I arranged to meet up with a guy who I talked to on the net, but I didn't have the courage to go through with it. Anyway when I started college, I heard a few guys talk about the toilets in the old building and how 'all the dirty queers went there for a shag'. At first I brushed the possibility aside, it was a cheap and dirty way to have sex, I felt I was beyond that, I would only sleep with someone who I liked. As the days went by, I became more and more sexually frustrated, especially after seeing my gorgeous lecturer everyday. But I remained adamant, until I met Jennifer she was really beautiful and sexy. We started dating, and on the third date we had sex, it was great and it calmed my sexual desire down a bit, but I still yearned for physical contact with a guy. As my relationship with Jennifer developed, I must say I thought less about Professor Perry, he was still always present in the back of my mind, with his gorgeous smile. But I started to concentrate more on my relationship with Jennifer, we were really happy together, and I thought maybe my bisexuality was just a phase and that Jennifer was leading back into the 'norm'. But that didn't last long, we broke up about a month into the relationship. She claimed that I didn't pay enough attention to her! Where that came from, I don't know.
After that I tried to concentrate on my studies, but my mind kept drifting back to the strong sexual attraction that I felt towards Professor Perry. Then one day, unable to take it any more, I went down to the toilets into the old building. My heart was beating so fast, I thought that everyone could hear it, I was so nervous, but I tried my best to calm myself down. There were only two other guys there; both were washing their hands. I walked over to one of the urinals and pretended to piss, I thought one of the boys was looking at me through the mirror, but I couldn't be sure. I rushed into one of the toilet stalls, locked the door and sat down on the toilet. I didn't know what to do next; my heart was beating faster than before. Then I heard the outside door shut, I waited for a few moments, and then I heard the door next to me close. I closed my eyes 'this is it' I thought, but what was I supposed to do to get his attention?....before I could do anything, I heard a noise, he was tapping on the wall between the stalls, I tapped back in exactly the same way as he did. Then suddenly I heard the guy get up, he knocked on my door, and with shaking hands I opened it. The guy stormed into the stall and pressed me against the wall; he locked the door behind him. His lips were pressed tight against mine; he was kissing me hungrily, his hands pinning me to the wall, his crotch rubbing against mine. I moved my hand down to his butt, caressing it tentatively, as his lips moved from my mouth down to my neck. He nibbled against my neck, gently running his tongue over it, while his hands eased the pressure on my shoulders and slowly found their way to my chest. We were both breathing so heavily, the guy was overtaken with animal lust, his lips kept probing against my neck, while his crotch gently rubbed against mine. Finally he knelt down and began undoing my belt, his hands fiddled with the buckle and he eventually opened it, unbuttoning my pants, he slid them down my legs, followed by my shorts. He took my cock into his hands and guided it into his mouth, where he sucked it really slowly, causing me to moan. "Shhhhh!" he whispered, as I struggled to contain my pleasure. I ran my hand through his hair, pulling his head closer to my cock. He continued to suck it for a while, but then he took it out of his mouth. It was dripping with his saliva, I expected him to put it back in, but he didn't. Instead he stood up and undid his own belt, he let his trousers and briefs drop down to his ankles. He turned around and bent over, parting his legs as much as his trousers allowed. "Fuck me" he whispered. But I didn't know how, I had never done it before. I looked down at my dick; it was still really hard, 'how on earth can this get into his hole?' I thought. "Rub it against my ass, and then stick it in bit by bit" the guy said, guessing that I didn't know what to do. I took my cock in my hand and gently rubbed the head against his hole, a soft moan escaped his lips as I wetted his ass. Then holding his thigh with one hand I used the other to slowly insert my penis into his rectum. "Ohh!" I moaned, as quietly as possible. My cock finally found its way into his arse, as I began to pump it in and out, crashing my pelvis against his butt, holding onto his thighs for support. "That's it" he whispered in between his heavy breathing " yeah just like that" I closed my eyes and began pumping faster and faster, my balls crashed against his butt, while he moaned so quietly. Then finally feeling my balls tighten, I realised that I must be near, and with one final thrust I came inside the guy.
After that incident in the toilets, I was starting to feel really guilty. I didn't want my first time to be with a stranger, in that kind of situation. But I convinced myself that it was okay, and eventually I pushed into the back of my mind.
We were well into the term (semester) now, and my feelings for Professor Perry were getting stronger. He was a real good guy, always so helpful and friendly, it added to the many qualities he had. I spent every spare session attending his lectures, even though a lot of them had no relevance to my course. I would sit and watch him, as the rest of his students took notes. But one day, I went and did something that was completely out of my nature. I skipped one of my other lectures, and followed Professor Perry home. I don't know why I did that, I guess I just wanted to know where he lived and whether he was married or had a girlfriend. He lived in a run down apartment in the Northside of town; it couldn't be big enough for a couple. I noted down the name of the apartment block and headed home. 'He's single' I grinned to myself, maybe he's even gay. But I realised that that was just wishful thinking.
The next day was a Saturday, so I got up early and went over to the Northside. I knocked on his door, rehearsing my excuse about why I was there. He opened the door, and looked at me in surprise. "What are you doing here?" he asked, looking at me with a totally confused look on his face. "I was just heading home, when I felt sudden dizziness" I said sounding genuine "I just wanted a glass of water that's all" "Come in" he said, opening the door wider. I followed him into his apartment and waited for him to bring me the glass of water. "How did you know I lived here?" he asked, as he handed me the water. I took it and started drinking it, trying to think of an answer as quickly as possible. "Umm...my cousin lives a few blocks away, I go there regularly, and I've seen you get in here, a few times" I said, hoping that it sounded believable, and apparently it did, because he seemed to believe it. "Are you okay now? he asked, with genuine concern apparent on his face. I nodded "Umm, do you live here on your own?" I probed, casually. "Yes" "Aren't you married?" I asked "sorry! I'm asking to many questions" "Its okay, no, I'm not married and you know why" he said, sounding a bit angry. "Do I?" I asked, totally confused. "Yes, everyone in the college knows" "Knows what, that you're not married?" I asked, still unaware of what I should I know. "Everyone knows that I'm gay".
To be continued....
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