I had done it--or I was definitely going to. He was on his way over to my dorm room, and unless I turned him away outright or pretended it was some kind of joke, I would be enjoying another man's cock for the first time. Blood was churning everywhere, and I had an electric storm brewing between my navel and my already raging hardon. He said he would be here by 10:30. While I waited, I put a condom on the nightstand near my bed and watched the Cubs play Houston.
There was a soft knock on the door. Almost timid. I was nervous about answering it, not because I didn't want to experience man on man sex for the first time, but because I was afraid someone on my floor would see him and wonder why he was there. Could I bear being outed so early in my freshman year? I decided I didn't care. Some things are just biological imperatives, and I needed a cock in my mouth. I craved it even though I didn't know what it would be like.
"Hey," I said as I opened the door.
"Hey," he answered, slipping through quickly. He seemed as nervous as I was. Maybe even more nervous.
He was shorter than me, a little more muscular, too, and even though I was a freshman, he seemed a little younger than me, too. It was surreal having him in the room. It seemed like he was just there to study, or play a video game.
"Do you want a drink?" I asked. It seemed like an odd thing to offer, but I had to say something.
"Nah."
I turned on the lava lamp on my nightstand and looked at the condom, wondering if it would come to that. As if in answer, he switched off the overhead light, and we were bathed in a soft, orange light. I swallowed hard.
"How are we going to do this?" I asked and turned around.
He still had on his shirt, but his pants were off and his cock was poking straight out toward me, pulsing into a complete erection. "We get naked."
I obliged, shedding my gym shorts and t-shirt so fast it might have been funny had we not both been so completely turned on. I idly wondered if he was going to take off his shirt as I grabbed his cock. It was so similar and yet so different from my own. So soft, so hard. So full of life. So rigid and yet moving with a mind of its own. I was so turned on I barely noticed that he was working my cock with his hand. He was more gentle than I expected, but his hands were strong and firm. Definitely not the hands of a woman!
with my free hand, I traced his body from his neck to his shoulder, down his arm, and then across his back. I barely touched him, but there was so much connection in that touch. Then my fingers ran down the crack of his smooth ass. I didn't know what to do from there, so I asked him if he minded if I went down on him.
"No," he whispered, as if he thought I'd never ask.
He sat down on the bottom bunk, and I took him into my mouth. Having only seen flaccid cocks in the locker room before, I thought I was pretty well endowed, but not compared to him. Not really. It wasn't some monster porn star cock with shaved balls and a cheesy soundtrack, but it was definitely a slab, a real piece of meat, and it curved to the left ever so slightly, veins rippling with life along the shaft. His cock was somehow softer in my mouth, like velvet but smoother, and I found myself bobbing up and down with a willingness that frankly, even given the situation, shocked me.
He grabbed the back of my head and made me go faster and faster. I wanted to please him. Fuck, in pleasing him I'd please myself, but I didn't want to rush it, to miss any of the experience. Besides, I needed to come up for air.
"I can't!" I gasped. I wondered if I'd offend him by saying that.
"It's okay," he answered and guided me onto the floor where we gently stroked each other's cocks and fought to not look in each other's eyes too much. Despite taking the lead, he seemed nervous, and I said so. He laughed shyly.
I tugged at his cock. "Tell me about your first time."
"My roommate and I were drinking, watching porn, you know. One thing led to another and..." he trailed off.
I wanted to know what they did, how they did it, for how long, and how many times, but I also wanted to enjoy the here and now, the warm cockmeat in my hands, and the sweet, sexy man laying next to me on the floor. But still, despite everything, I was too nervous to take charge.
That's when he did, gobbling my shaft like a pro, and I mean really giving it to me with his lips and tongue. His head bobbed up and down, and I mean all the way down as he worked the base of my shaft with one hand and played with my balls and asshole with the other. It was tender. It was nasty. It was exactly what I had always wanted.
My back arched all on its own and I pumped my thick, ropy cum into his mouth, surge after surge, until I collapsed, spent on the area rug my roommate bought a few weeks prior after we'd moved in.
Without wasting a moment, my guy, my first, popped up and put on his clothes, leaving the room like it was an emergency. Had I done something wrong? I almost ran after him but decided to put some clothes on myself. It wouldn't do to be chasing after a guy who just left my room with my semi-erect penis wagging back and forth. People wouldn't have to wonder then!
I caught up with him in the bathroom, where he was rinsing out his mouth. We didn't say a word. What could we say that would be safe if someone overheard. But I walked him out, hoping I could coax him back for another round. Somehow, I couldn't force myself to actually ask him, though. Part of me couldn't believe that he was leaving. I know I couldn't walk away from a cock like his, not with all night to play with!
When we were finally outside, he asked me if it was worth it. I told him yes, wishing at least for a kiss. It seemed odd that I had sucked his cock but still didn't know what it was like to kiss another guy. But like that, he was gone, and he remains my first and only time with a man.
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