Sean and I were best friends growing up. Our relationship changed in high school, when after winning a game of pool, I got a taste of his dick and there was no going back. In my eyes, Sean's dick is perfect. Not too big, not too small. He has a banana curve that fit perfectly in my hand with a nice size mushroom head that oozes precum the second my lips touch the tip. I would use my tongue to massage his head, licking it like a Tootsie pop hoping to never reach the chocolate. Even though that night was nearly 30 years ago, when I can't sleep my hand finds its way to my throbbing dick as I think back to the first night I tasted Sean's dick. If you want the literal blow-by-blow, check out my story in "Experimented with Another Boy", link below. As all good things must come to an end we ended up at different colleges. My fun with Sean was over, or so I thought...
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Sean & Gabe's College Experiment - Chapter 1
I went to college in the South at a school big into football and frats. The team was pretty good and I planned to pledge a fraternity. For those that don't know, here is a quick rundown on how joining a fraternity works. During rush the frats throw parties. You stop by the houses, meet the brothers and both end up interviewing each other. You're sizing up the house and they're figuring out if they want you to be a brother. Some schools start rush before the first day of school. Some do it after school starts and others don't allow it until second semester. Mine did it the week before school started. Each night you visit another frat or 2 until you narrow down your options. At the end of rush the fraternities offer bids. Its basically an invitation to join the fraternity. Once you accept you become a pledge. Pledging is different at every school and at each frat. Mine was pretty involved and went on for nearly 15 weeks. Thats a pretty long pledge process. At the end of pledging you have hell week. Its pretty much what it sounds like. All pledges live in the house for the entire week and are basically slaves to the brothers. They make you do all sorts of embarrassing things and put you through the ringer. Plenty of stories to tell later. At the end of hell week you have a swearing in ceremony and then you are officially a brother. Once you're a brother you look forward to putting next years class through all the shit you went through as a pledge. I was hazed, not horrible, but its all in good fun.
I narrowed down my options and was basically waiting for a bid to a particular frat. On the second to last night of rush, the frat I wanted to join was holding a Hooters night. A gathering at the house and then all the brothers and pledges most likely to join went to Hooters where the frat provided food and drinks. I got to the house and started hanging out with pledges I'd become friends with and some of the brothers who were sophomores. One of the sophomores I hadn't met introduced himself as Nick and we started talking. We shared the same major so he invited me to his room so we could talk professors and classes. It was not unusual to be asked to have private conversations with older brothers during pledging. When we got to his room, a single, he closed the door. This was strange and had never happened when I was invited to hang out in other people's rooms. My wall went up a little but I was young and naive. I had just turned 18 before going to school and lived a pretty sheltered life.
We sat on his bed, the only place to sit in the room, and he got out the guide to all the classes and professors. I held the book in my lap and we went page by page going over the different paths for me to take through graduation. As we were reviewing the classes he started leaning towards me. At first he scooted up next to me. The book was in my lap as I was flipping pages. He started reaching over to point at different classes and rested his arm on my thigh. I kind of tensed up but this was an older brother and I wanted to join the frat. As we continued the conversation he kept looking at me, pointing at different classes on the page and sliding his arm closer and closer to my dick. Before I knew it his arm was in my crotch. I started getting hard. This wasn't an accident. He didn't casually brush up against my dick. He invited me to his room, closed the door, sat me on his bed and then slowly moved his arm closer and closer so he could feel my dick. And he felt my dick. He could feel it getting hard. I froze. Was this a test? Were they sending each pledge into different brother's rooms to see if they were gay?
I wasn't out. I knew at 11 I was different and by 13 I was doing what I could to catch a glimpse of dick, any dick, at school or at the pool. The only guy to touch my dick was Sean and Nick wasn't Sean. Sean I knew. Sean I had a crush on. Sean was my best friend. Nick was shorter than me but clearly worked out. You could basically wrap your thumb and pointer finger around my upper arm but it took a full hand or 2 on Nick. I wasn't really attracted to Nick. He wasn't that good looking. He had really short hair, almost a buzz cut, and was a ginger. Sean was the only guy I liked. At the same time, I wanted Nick to open up the zipper on my shorts and pull my dick out. More importantly, I wanted to reach over and grab hold of Nick's dick. College is about experimenting and I wanted to taste another dick.
Nick knew I was uncomfortable but he could also feel my hardening dick. He moved his arm a little, almost rubbing it against my dick. I was looking straight ahead and I could feel him staring me down. I decided I needed to get out of there. It was too much for me to handle. I stood up and he immediately got up and stood in between me and the door. His room was maybe 10 x 10 with a bed on one side, a desk on the other and a dresser along the back wall. I was in front of the dresser, he was in front of me and the door was behind him. He took a few steps closer. We were basically touching noses. He reached out and grabbed my dick. I was no longer hard, since jumping off the bed, but he grabbed it and held it while getting a good feel. I looked right into his blue eyes and he gave me a smirk. Blue eyes always did me in. Still do to this day. And Nick had BLUE eyes. Had I waited another second I think he would've gotten down on his knees but I had to get out of there. He was older and stronger. What if it didn't stop at a quick blow job? I wanted to know what it felt like to get fingered, Sean would never touch my ass, but I didn't want my first experience to be forced by some guy I didn't know locked in his frat room. What if it was a test and he told all the brothers I got hard when he grabbed my dick and they wouldn't give me a bid? As he stared into my eyes I quickly spun around him, got to the door, unlocked it and went out to the main room. I sat down on the couch alone and didn't talk to anyone. I was terrified. I thought about skipping Hooters night and going home but I stuck with it. When we got back to the frat after Hooters, some older brothers took me into a room and gave me a bid. Nick was not in the room. I accepted and joined the frat.
Looking back, I don't think it was a test. I think Nick was struggling with his sexuality and wanted to get with a guy. He was more aggressive and forward than he should have been but we all cope in our own ways. We were never really friends once I became a brother. Always civil to each other. He never made a move again but I would've accepted had he. Nick was a brother who liked to walk around naked. I never saw him hard but he had a really nice dick. Not too big but hung over a nice set of balls and he kept his ginger pubes short and shaved. I gave him the look a few times, or at least what I thought was the look and he never made a move. I guess I failed Nick's test and would pay the price throughout college.
My freshman year at college was one of the best years of my life. I didn't touch another dick but I couldn't stop thinking about Sean. I would lay in bed at night and stroke my dick, edging as long as I could, thinking back to the night I got to suck his dick. I would lick my lips and immediately taste the precum oozing out his perfect mushroom head. I could feel the little knot right under his pee slit that my tongue could never get enough of. My nose filled with his scent as I wondered if I would ever get to taste him again.
Everything changed sophomore year. I saw Sean during the fall semester and he insisted we make plans for me to visit. Coincidentally, we ended up at schools only 45 minutes apart. I got to know that drive well during the next 3 years.
Chapter 2 coming soon...
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