Beginnings, oral, anal, M/M
Author's Note:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting adult males. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
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Post Grad School By Wolf
When I graduated from college with my Bachelors of Science degree, I assigned to share an apartment with another grad student named Scott while we attended graduate school. Scott was a law grad student and I was a geology student.
Scott was the first one to move into the apartment on campus. It was an old two-bedroom with a single bathroom. He selected the larger of the two bedrooms. I moved in a couple of days later.
Scott mentions, "Sam I hope you don't mind that I took the larger bedroom. I will change rooms if you like."
I had liked Scott because he was brilliant and pleasant to talk to. He was absolutely gorgeous. He was a handsome guy, that was all of six-foot-four, physically fit, black hair, gray eyes. He was the kind man that turned me on even though I had not admitted that I had a gay streak.
I am only five-feet eleven, black hair, stocky build, and as hairy as a bear. I didn't object to him having the larger room. I accepted the fact that he was the alfa male.
While getting to know each other I learned that Scott was a Harvard graduate and had spent a year studying at the London School of Economics. I had graduated with a degree in geology and a dual major in computer science
He mentioned that his girlfriend was also a grad student, and her dorm-room bed was so small and that it was uncomfortable for two. He planned on having her over often. I assumed that was his way of saying he was straight.
We shared the apartment for a couple of weeks, then one fine morning I woke up the to the sound of a little ruffling sound coming from the adjoining bathroom. The bathroom door was slightly ajar. He was standing at the sink shaving. I got up and entered the bathroom and stood in front of the toilet and pissed into the bowl. When he finished shaving and washed his face, he walked past me on his way to the kitchen in the nude.
Scott didn't say anything.
I was embarrassed because I sleep in the nude, and I was completely uncovered. I was confused about why Scott continued to watch me. I have to admit that I admired and envied what was hanging between his legs. There was something about his hairy body and dangling uncut cock that turned me on. He was at least six-foot-four tall. His body was covered in dark body hair thick enough to qualify as s bear. The hair on his chest led a trail down his body to a magnificent right-inch uncut cock dangling over a scrotum that hung low between his legs.
Before that day he would at least wrap a towel around his waist while walking and the apartment. After that was the beginning Scott making it a practice of shedding his clothes as soon as he entered the apartment and casually walking around the apartment in the nude. It was as if he was deliberately taunting me. When in his room he thought nothing about getting up to go to the kitchen for a drink naked. It was common for him to sit on the furniture naked reading textbooks in the nude.
When he did put on clothes Scott had the habit of lounging around apartment shirtless, and his white-haired chest visible. He liked to wear baggy cotton sweat shorts that allowed his cock and scrotum to be visible sticking out of one of his leg-hole. I couldn't keep from checking his junk out.
On a few occasions his girlfriend would stay overnight, and I would be kept awake listening to the thump of the headboard against the wall and the moaning of the young woman. After one such night, I decided to greet them in the morning at the kitchen table just as naked as them.
One after she left, Scott and I spent the day naked. Scott approached me and took me into his arms and while hugging me he kissed me on the mouth while sticking his tongue into my mouth. Then he forced me to my knees and slapped my face with his cock until I opened my mouth. He grabbed my head with both hands and fucked my mouth until he squirted his load of white cum into my mouth. I was forced to swallow his cum before he released my head.
It was degrading to be forced to suck his cock but at the same time, it was thrilling. I no longer than accepted what he had done than Scott made me kneel on the futon with my head resting on the cushion. I was in a prayerful position with my butt in the air.
Scott retrieved a bottle of lubricant and applied a generous amount of the liquid to his cock and used his hand to ensure it was covered completely before he used two fingers to apply some lubricant to my asshole. He placed a hand on the small of my back and used the other hand to guide his cock to my hairy asshole.
I was a virgin and it hurt like hell as his cock spread my sphincter. I pleaded with him to pull out, to no avail.
Scott took hold of my hips and fucked me fast and hard. I was grunting with every thrust that drove mt face into the cushion. I was sweating by the time Scott was ready to cum. He shot some into my colin before pulling out and squirting the rest on my back.
I felt a cold liquid dripping from my asshole and running down my scrotum and dripping onto the cushion. I also felt his warm hand rubbing his cum into my back and butt. When I collapsed on the futon, I knew that I had changed. I knew that I was gay.
We didn't bother getting dressed afterward. We talked about our new relationship. Scott admitted that it was only fair that he allowed me to fuck him. He lay on the cum stained cushion on his back. He spread his legs and when I knelt between his legs, he took hold of the back of his thighs and pulled his legs up until they were pressed against his belly. He smiles at me and said, "GET SOME!"
As I guided my own cock. to his hairy asshole, I admired his uncut cock and hairy scrotum. He hardly made a sound as my cock penetrated his asshole. (It was obvious that Scott was no stranger to anal sex).
When we were home together, we shamelessly sat around naked watching TV and masturbating each other. The futon cushion covers need to be washed several times a week. When we had a few days without school or work we didn't bother bathing so that we could wallow in the pungent odor of our bodies. The sheets on our beds became permanently yellow stained. We indulged ourselves with licking pungent armpits, pungent hairy assholes, taints, scrotums, and cocks. We even lapped up cum dripping from each other's asshole. We delighted in licking the head cheese from under each other's foreskin. Scott was bold enough to answer the door naked.
Some interesting things happened as a result of him answering the door naked. More than one pizza delivery boy got more than a tip. Scott welcomed him in and while the delivery boy stood there holding the pizza box, he pulled the boy's pants down and sucked his cock while sticking a finger up the boy's ass.
I became very attuned gay vibes from the men I met. I recognized some students and professors having a gay side. You don't expect the geology department of being a hotbed of gay activity, but I recognized some.
When it came time for me to write my doctorial theses paper. The department head assigned the professor of petroleum geology as my advisor. I had very little interaction with him when I was taking petroleum geology 305 in his class.
The first meeting with him as my counselor was an eye-opener. When I knocked on the door to his office and was told to come in, I got that feeling about him.
He was sitting behind his desk and he told me to have a seat. The first thing I smelled was the rich aroma of fresh- brewed coffee. There was only a leather couch against the wall. He asked me if I would like a cup of coffee. When I accepted, he turned to the credenza facing the window and filled two mugs with coffee and added sugar as I requested. Then he came around the desk to sit next to me. I was studying him carefully.
I assumed that he was about forty-five-years-old. His hair was receding and turning gray at the temples. The hair sticking over the collar of a sports shirt was white.
He handed me a mug and we sat there, sipping coffee while I proposed the subject of my paper. He offered some suggestions to narrow the focus. He changes the subject to get to know me.
I told him about myself, leaving out the activities with my roommate. While I was talking to him, he placed his hand on my thigh. When I didn't object his hand moved up to my crotch. I squeezed my cock and balls. In response, I turned towards him and kissed him on the mouth. While he was shedding my clothes, I was removing his.
When we were naked, I saw that his pecks looked more like tits. His cock was only about hive-inches long and his cock was circumcised. His balls were in a wrinkled flesh sack.
We sucked each other's cock and I wound up face down across the desk and hi cock up my ass. I had sex with him at least once a week until I had to defend my paper.
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