To be totally honest I never thought that it would have worked out like this. I'd always really hoped though! Living in a house in south Dublin with 5 straight first year college boys seemed to be a poor idea when I was in the final year of a particularly intense course myself. Indeed the workload of first few months proved to be so exhausting I spent little time in the house, save sleeping. The boys themselves were unremarkable they spent most nights drinking and most days watching tawdry Australian soaps and Judge Judy, Jun of the mill college boys. All bar one.
He existed on the periphery of my life, us moving in a similar circle of friends but initially he didn't strike me as particularly noteworthy. It became increasingly obvious however that he had learned that I was gay through our mutual friends. Our rare exchanges became more frequent and intense. I myself began to appreciate his attention. He stood about 5'8 with an unkempt mop of curlyish hair. His eyes were his most striking feature, lively and sparkling, glass bottle green, always filled with a sense of cheeky humour. I was drawn to these eyes. His figure, at the beginning of the year, was slim from his athletic endeavours. But college lifestyle had taken its toll and a very slight weight gain had filled out his face and body to a more endearing size. Our rooms were adjacent and I would sometimes hear him jerking off late at night. I was filled with a mixture of desire and impotent anger, being so close to him but fearing to advance. It was this fear that made me believe I was imagining the fact he was very subtly hitting on me. The lingering glances when we watched TV together, the `playful' hugs and the frequent discussing of sex. But one evening in late November my suspicions were to be proved correct.
It was a miserable evening with hulking grey skys and unrelenting drizzle. I arrived home late from the library with piles of books and articles, ready to make a final assault on an essay. I was greeted by the smell of men getting ready for a night out. The scent of shower steam, deodorant and hair gel. I was immediately turned on. Two of the boys were in the living room drinking, they tried to convince me to join them, I was sorely tempted but I declined much to their annoyance. I retreated to my room with my paraphernalia and attempted to organise myself. I suddenly realised that my clothes were damp from the drizzle, I pulled off my shirt and tossed it on the bed, unbuckling my jeans I noticed that I was semi hard, the smell of the house had gotten me pretty excited. I threw myself into my chair, wearing nothing by my briefs and began absent mindedly playing with my cock through the material as I struggled to take notes. I was aware of noises coming from the room next door. Noises of a young man getting ready to go out, this did not help my concentration. There was an abrupt rapping at my door. I hopped up and pulled back on my damp clothes `hang on! I shouted hoarsely. After hastily adjusting my erection as best I could I opened the door. It was the object of my affections, standing there smiling nervously. Dressed as only a straight Irish boy could be for a night out. I towered about 5 inches over him.
Uh, hey man I was wondering could I borrow some fragrance?' I raised an eyebrow and grinned, It's this shirt' he muttered, staring at the wall to the left of my head it smells, I didn't get a chance to wash it...' I smirked and turned away from him. As I rummaged in my bedside locker for a bottle I became aware he had moved into the room. He seemed fascinated by a poster I had over my desk. C'mere' I breathed as I stood up, Try this one' He spun around and sheepishly took the bottle from me. Thanks' he muttered. I was genuinely surprised he didn't turn and run from the room. The tension was even apparent to me at that stage; he instead pulled the top off the fragrance bottle and sprayed two squirts on his neck. As he was doing this I positioned myself at the desk, about half a metre away from him. I was totally unprepared for what happened next. He leaned over in a fluid motion and placed the bottle on my desk, then saying casually How does it smell?' he proffered his neck to me. I was now looking down at his supple neck and shoulder, shocked, I obliged and gave a cursory sniff. Eh...it's lovely' I stammered idiotically. His head popped back up, we were now standing less than a foot apart. Our eyes locked, he was flushed but determined looking. His beautiful eyes glistened with excitement. He lunged forward and kissed me awkwardly, not quite meeting my mouth but making contact with my bottom lip. His hands rested limply on my chest. When he drew back the reaction on my face drew a quick impish giggle. His laugh pulled me out of my trance, and I smiled and attempted to take his hand. Hang on' he said breathlessly, `I'll tell the lads I'm staying in' He turned on his heel and fled through the open door down the corridor to the living room.
I wasn't sure how long passed or what I did in those minutes but I was jerked back to reality by the sound of the front door slamming and boys leaving. My heart pounded, had he left? I tiptoed to the door and opened it tentatively. I was greeted by the sight of him striding up the corridor. A look of resolution and excitement on his face. I grinned and held the door wide open. `Where were we?' He started, I rolled my eyes and leaned down to kiss him. I allowed him to explore my mouth with his soft tongue, his saliva tasted sweet and he bit gently on my lower lip. He gradually became more confident, his hands began to explore my hair and chest. I cupped his sweet face with my hands. I pulled away and rested my forehead on his. We were both flushed and the feeling of his hot breath on my neck was making me crazy. I grabbed his hand and led him to the bed. I lay down and propped myself up on my elbows. He knelt beside me and started back working my mouth with his hot tongue and unbuttoning my shirt. I grinned through the kisses and began yanking his shirt over his head, He stood as I tossed it across the room. I was now staring his crotch directly in the face. I could make out a sizeable bulge. I brushed his bare stomach with my fingertips and allowed them to travel to his zip. I glanced up and he nodded enthusiastically. I rubbed his crotch affectionately and slowly undid hid zip and button. This revealed a pair of cartoon briefs with a sizeable wet patch on the front. I buried my face in his crotch and sniffed greedily. Hastily I pulled the briefs to his knees and a beautiful cock popped up and pointed straight at my face.
It was not remarkably large, but in proportion to his body. Uncut, like nearly all Irish men and supported by a pair of slightly hairy, very full looking balls. The precum was the amazing part. I wrapped my hand gently around his shaft and pulled back to reveal the head. He moaned slightly and grabbed my hair. I placed a thumb lightly on his piss slit, when I removed it a trail of translucent goo followed. Fuck!' I whispered as I licked my thumb clean. Come on!' he whispered Suck it!' I was more than happy to oblige. I released his shaft and took his balls firmly but gently in my hand. He gasped as my tongue made contact with the head. I cleaned every drop of precum off before I started moving my mouth further over the head and down the shaft. I was oblivious to my surroundings, I only felt his hands on my head and the sweet taste of his hard cock in my mouth. When I reached the base he began thrusting gently and crooning filthily into thin air. Fuck, that's it, you like sucking my cock?' I was happy to indulge him and I garbled yes' as best I could. He responded to this by shuffling closer to me (his pants being around his ankles) and thrusting harder. I pulled away sharply and his hand instinctively went for his now glistening cock and started jerking himself off. I took his free hand and gently pulled him onto the bed, he was kneeling beside me. I stood and with a quick move (I had learned from previous experiences, somewhere between a suggestion and a push) he was now on all fours on the bed trousers around his ankles, his cute ass sticking out. I knelt. Instinctively his head turned, his eyes were wide and nervous Are you gonna...' He started. I gave a wry smile `Just relax, you'll enjoy this.' I moved closer to his ass. It was beautiful. Smooth and a shade whiter than the rest of his body. The shape of a peach and equally as juicy. I gently pulled the cheeks apart to reveal a tight pink untouched pucker. Unable to contain myself I stuck out my tongue and lunged.
There is a very distinctive noise a man makes when he gets a tongue in his ass for the first time, I'm sure you've heard it. Somewhere between a yelp and a moan. Encouraged at this I pulled one of his ass cheeks as far apart as it would go, with my free hand I reach between his legs and started jerking off his cock, which was now leaking so much precum it was forming a wet patch on my duvet. His moaning grew more intense as my tongue explored the untouched nerves in his hole. I was merciless. My tongue fucked his tight virgin hole, trails of saliva ran from my mouth onto his sweet hole, running down to his balls. His head was buried in his arms his ass cocked and willing now quivering with excitement and pleasure. I felt his shaft stiffen, I could feel his balls tighten. I tugged frantically, pushed deeper, until finally, with a loud gasp he unloaded his hot spunk all over my forearm and bed. I could feel the thick ropes of sweet jizz pumping all over my wrist and getting tangled in my arm hair. The smell proved to be too tempting. I withdrew my mouth from his now soaking wet hole slid back, rested against the wardrobe and began to greedily lick his now congealing spunk from my arm. It tasted like nothing I had ever experienced before. So engrossed was I, I didn't notice him turn himself over and slump against the wall. Until our eyes met. I took my lips away from my wrist and stared. He lay there. His jeans around his ankles, propped up against the wall, his chest, marked with rapidly drying cum stains. His eyes, although half closed still sparkled. He looked the picture of satisfaction. He began to giggle contentedly. I stood, smiling. I began to rub my hard crotch and advanced on the bed. He sat up.