LONELY STUDENT
Bill
It was a hot muggy September night. Bob was just eight days into his first term and was struggling with the heavy workload. His mind swam with equations and formulas, and he knew he needed a break. As he stepped outside his dorm into the quadrangle, he saw several laughing happy couples walk by, and realized how lonely and unhappy he was. He was terribly shy, and did not make even one friend during orientation week. He had been so happy to escape from the small sleepy Pennsylvania town, where he did not fit in, but the tension from constant studying made him wish he was back there taking hikes through the mountains. He thought a long walk would help, and headed across the Charles river. He stopped halfway across and looked back at the lights of the campus. He knew it was late, that he had to finish his homework, but the cool breeze against his slight frame felt wonderful, and the lights of Boston beckoned and he quickened his pace across the bridge.
As Bob walked downtown, passing couples strolling arm-in-arm, and neighbors chatting on the brownstone steps, he despaired of ever finding a friend. He cut across the commons. It was now almost midnight, and all the stores were closed, save this one seedy X-rated bookstore. His curiosity aroused, he looked around. there was nobody there and he went inside.
Ken was leafing through a new porno mag. One fringe benefit of working in an X-rated bookstore, you had access to all the hot new mags and videos. He never wore underwear, just gym shorts, that way he could play with himself while he was sitting behind the counter. He looked down and admired his huge swollen cock. It was quarter to twelve. God I'm horny he thought, for ten hours I've been playing with myself, in fifteen minutes I'm going to find some hot action.
Ken was roused out of his reverie, from the buzz of the door opening, He muttered that it must be another hustler or wino, when in walked this gorgeous sandy-haired slightly built young man. Ken's cock sprang up to attention. Bob appeared nervous and shy, not knowing what to do, as he stood in the doorway looking around. Ken picked up on this inexperience and innocence, and prayed Bob would not turn around and leave. Finally Bob walked gingerly over to the magazine section, giving Ken a look at his rear. Ken's cock began to throb when he thought about burying his cock inside Bob's firm little ass.
There wasn't much time to act. Ken's relief was always on time. Because his cock was so hard Ken had to undo his shorts to put his cock away. He watched Bob like a lion would watch an antelope. Ken became aware how much Bob became engrossed in the magazine he was looking at.
Bob had no sexual experience, but one picture of a girl on her knees taking a huge cock into her mouth aroused him. He would love to have somebody do that to him. He was so into those pictures, that he was not aware of Ken standing next to him arranging the magazines on the rack. Ken reached across in front of Bob to arrange a magazine, and lightly pressed his arm against Bob's crotch. Bob flinched when he felt that contact, but kept his eyes glued to the magazine. As Ken brought his arm back across, his hand brushed Bob's erect cock.
Bob began to tremble. He knew this was wrong, but it felt so good. Ken picked up on this, and each time he reached across Bob to arrange a magazine, his hand would stay longer. When he heard Bob sigh, Ken kept his hand on his crotch. Ken almost bit his tongue in lust when Bob began pressing his groin against Ken's hand.
Ken knew this horny virgin was ripe for the picking, all he had to do was get Bob back to his apartment. Ken's right hand found the zipper to Bob's jeans and pulled it down. Bob tensed and pulled back, but Ken's left hand continued to lightly rub his crotch and once more Bob pressed against Ken's hand. Ken's right hand slipped inside, Bob's jeans and his exploring fingers found Bob's cockhead. Ken got excited at the heat coming through those cotton underpants, and became emboldened. He told Bob that he lived a block away, that he had some really steamy pictures he could look at in complete privacy, that he could really make him feel good. Bob was no longer looking at the mag, he had his eyes closed, and his lips parted, as Ken's both hands roamed around inside his jeans.
Ken switched on the light to his apartment. He could see Bob was very nervous. Ken lit a few candles, dimmed the light and lit a joint. He told Bob that this would help him relax, and showed him how to inhale. Whenever Ken passed the joint to Bob, he would brush Bob's crotch with his fingertips. By the time they finished the joint, Ken's hand remained on Bob's crotch and Bob was eagerly pushing against it. Ken's other hand went to Bob's hips pulling his tee shirt out of his jeans. Ken raised Bob's hands and pulled the tee shirt up and over his head. Ken stepped back to admire that hairless chest and flat stomach, his own cock was once more standing at attention. He knelt down and untied Bob's sneakers, shucking his own shoes and socks as he removed Bob's. Once more Ken's hand returned to Bob's crotch, while the other hand unclasped his belt. Ken slowly pulled Bob's jeans down seeing a trail of tiny curls of blond hair starting just below his navel and down to his underpants. As Ken pulled Bob's jeans down further he saw a nice size hardon pushing out his white underpants. Ken breathed on it and Bob trembled. Ken had a spasm of lust as he saw how sensitive Bob was. What would Bob do when he put his mouth on Bob's bare cock? He pulled the jeans down further. Because Bob's rigid cock pulled his underwear forward, his right ball was exposed.
Ken couldn't resist licking it and Bob started to wriggle and squirm. Ken pulled the jeans completely down and had Bob step out of them and turned him around. His face was just inches away from the firm twin globes of Bob's ass. Bob's hardon caused the thin cotton underwear to stretch tightly over them. Ken shivered in lust, and he thought about getting his hot throbbing cock between them. Ken peeled Bob's underpants down over his ass, and marveled at those smooth firm white buns. He noticed Bob's exposed balls hanging between his legs, and put his left hand between Bob's legs cupping his balls. Bob squeezed his thighs together to stop this attack, but quickly surrendered to Ken's teasing hand. Ken's other hand began to stroke and pinch his hairless white firm buns. Ken then ran his forefinger up and down Bob's crack finally stopping at his anus.
When he felt Bob stiffen, Ken stopped, but the relentless tickling and squeezing of Bob's balls with his left hand caused Bob to wiggle and squirm. Ken would once again press his forefinger against his anus. By alternating between toying with Bob's balls, and pressing his anus, Ken was able to insert his forefinger to the first knuckle in Bob's virgin ass. Ken moved around in front of Bob keeping his finger inserted, all the while playing with Bob's balls. With his teeth he pulled Bob's underpants down over his cock. Six inches of rigid cock sprang free. Ken let go the underpants, and licked the tip of Bob's cock. Bob groaned and wiggled and Ken pushed his forefinger up Bob's ass to the second knuckle. Bob gasped and tightened down on Ken's finger, but Ken again flicked the head of Bob's cock with his tongue. Ken's finger probed, his tongue licked, and Bob shook and moaned. Ken took his hand away from Bob's balls, and stopped licking his cock, leaving the only contact his finger in Bob's ass. But Bob was so aroused he kept writhing against Ken's finger, groaning as Ken twisted his finger in as far as it would go. Ken finished pulling down Bob's underpants with his free hand. He now had this virgin naked and ready for anything; it was time to introduce Bob to his big thick throbbing cock.
He tore off his jersey, and shucked his shorts. He stood before Bob with his fat ten inch cock at attention. He took Bob's hand and placed it on his cock. Bob gasped, and began to pat it like a fearful child does a big dog. Ken guided Bob's hand with his own, and with his other he began to rub Bob's nipples. Ken took some poppers from the table and placed it under Bob's nose and told him to inhale. Bob swooned with the rush, and Ken grabbed him, and ground his hot cock into his abdomen. Ken put his mouth over Bob's and flicked his tongue lightly against Bob's, while his hands slid down to his ass and pinched and squeezed his buns. Bob felt like jelly, holding on to Ken for dear life.
Ken then put his hands on Bob's shoulders, and pushed him down between his legs. Bob realized this is what had turned him on in the magazine, only now he was the one who was kneeling between a mans legs, inches from a big erect cock, and he shivered. Ken put his hand behind Bob's head to guide him forward, and with his other hand he gripped the base of his cock and began to wave it back and forth. Bob's heart began to pound, watching the big head move closer and closer to his mouth. Ken began to rub the head of his cock along Bob's lips. Bob felt the heat from Ken's cock and trembled. Ken gently pushed his cockhead back and forth against Bob's lips, telling him to suck it. With his head still pounding from the poppers, Bob opened his mouth and licked the tip of Ken's big hard cock. He felt it throb and felt a wet salty taste on his tongue. Ken moaned and pushed his cock in and out of Bob's mouth, slowly going deeper and deeper. Ken gazed down at those virgin lips sliding up and down his cock. When Bob began to rock forward to greet Ken's thrusts and eagerly bathe that throbbing engorged head with his tongue each time Ken pulled out, Ken had all he could do from driving his load down that virgin throat, but he remembered those firm little buns pressed against the thin cotton of Bob's underwear, and how tight that anus had been around his finger.
Ken once more placed the poppers under Bob's nose, and once again Bob's head exploded. Ken pulled him up put him on the sofa and collapsed it into a bed. With Bob laying on his back, Ken stood over him smearing his own cock with jelly. Ken picked up Bob's legs and pushed them back, gripping the backs of Bob's thighs, while lining up his cockhead with Bob's anus. Back and forth with steady pressure, Ken pushed his cock against Bob's anus, stretching it open until finally his engorged cockhead slipped in. Ken left it there reveling in Bob's sphincter quivering and contracting around his cockhead. Expertly Ken rolled his cock around that tight opening grunting in pleasure. In and out Ken went, until Bob's anus accepted the head more easily, but Ken reveled in that tight grip and kept working his cock against that sphincter.
Ken stared down at Bob whose hands were clenched, whose eyes were lidded, and mouth was open. He looked at that tight naked virgin ass, no jeans, no stretched clinging cotton, it was ready for his final assault. He drove his cock all the way in, and Bob let out a painful yell. Ken wanted Bob to know that he had filled his ass with his big cock, and he ground his hips reveling that his large full balls were rubbing against Bob's ass. After a few more possessive sharp thrusts, Ken stopped and brought Bob's legs straight up and rubbed them against his chest. Ken then reached down and began to slowly stroke Bob's cock. As Ken's fingers worked the head of Bob's cock he would pull his own cock out, as Ken pushed his cock in Bob's ass, he would slide his hand down Bob's cock and tightly grip the base. Up and down Bob's joystick went Ken's hand; in and out Bob's ass went Ken's cock. Bob's cock was now rigid, and his ass began to wriggle and move against Ken's thrusts.
Ken felt Bob's ass tighten around his cock, and he began to fuck Bob faster and faster. Bob began to twist and moan under this assault, but Ken grabbed Bob's cock and drove his own cock harder and harder into Bob's ass. Bob let out a loud groan as his cum shot straight into the air. Ken responded by thrusting in with all his might, spurting wave after wave of cum deep inside Bob's ass.