Chris from New England gave us this interesting and hot material to chew on.

Hey, I saw the Visitors section of your website and decided to contribute a little piece of my own about all the crazy fun my college roommate and I had during our freshman year of school. I graduated in the top ten percent of my high school class and I got into every school I applied to, although I didn’t put in applications at too many reach schools, I just played it safe. I ended up going to a fairly prestigious school in New England (I’m leaving out the name to preserve a sense of anonymity) that both my parents and I were excited about.

I had known from the time I was 14 that I was gay, but it was that freshman year at college that I really began to explore what that meant. Sure, I had fooled around with a few gay boys in high school, but it never went beyond that because we didn’t really feel safe exploring that part of ourselves. I come from a pretty small town and being gay was looked down upon to say the least. Because of that I hid my homosexuality from my family and most of my peers, outside of a few boys I made out with and did some mutual masturbation with.

When I got to college everything changed in an instant. The first day I arrived I met my roommate Daniel, who’s actually standing over my shoulder as I write this. Anyway, Daniel was a strong, well built guy with a wide smile and a cute face. I was attracted to him immediately, but I kept those feelings to myself for fear that he might not return them. For the first few days of orientation we mostly kept apart from each other, chatting occasionally before going to sleep and before leaving in the mornings.

It wasn’t until the end of the first week at school that we had our breakthrough. We had both gone out on that fateful Friday night to separate parties and gotten smashed. When I stumbled into the room I found Daniel on his bed, pants around his ankles, masturbating furiously to a magazine. He was so engrossed in his self pleasure that he didn’t notice me come in. Through my alcohol fogged mind I determined this was my best chance to make a move so I sat down on Daniel’s bed right next to him and grasped his gay cock in my hand, replacing his with mine. His head jerked up and our eyes met. I slowly began to move my hand up and down on his shaft, still staring directly into his eyes.

Although Daniel still disputes this fact, I hold true to the claim that I was the one who leaned in to kiss him. He says it was him who initiated, but at this point who cares. The point is that we ended up kissing right there on his bed, our tongues intertwined in the space between our mouths. He tasted like a mix of beer and vodka, his hot breath invading my mouth along with his tongue. My hand began to move faster along his shaft, stroking him to greater heights of pleasure. Before long he broke our kiss and began moaning, a stream of soft curses running from his mouth. I correctly figured that this meant his orgasm was approaching so I began to work his shaft faster and harder hoping to pleasure his pole to unknown reaches.

When Daniel finally orgasmed his cum shot high up in the air and splattered on the wood floor of our room, splashing in a small circle. He let loose three or four more spurts and then fell backwards on the bed, his chest heaving with each breath.

Every unplanned tryst usually ends with an awkward moment, and this happened to be ours. I didn’t know what to say, and neither did Daniel. I had jerked him off and we had made out, but that didn’t necessarily get me any closer to knowing whether he was gay or not. My drunken decision was to take a piss instead of pressing him for details. By the time I returned from the bathroom he was fast asleep. I took his lead and crashed into my own bed, resolving to confront this issue tomorrow, or not at all even.

The next day Daniel was the one who confronted me, much to my surprise. As it turned out we were a perfect pair; Daniel had been attracted to me from the moment he moved in and he too didn’t know what to do about it. Luckily, our drunken night had resolved all of those awkward feelings and opened the door to a beautiful freshman year.

We were now free to have our way with each other and boy did we take advantage of that fact. Daniel and I spent the next eight months exploring every nook and cranny each other’s bodies. In fact, it was a week after that first night that I lost my virginity when Daniel took me in the ass after a night of hot kissing and heavy petting. We had been invited to a frat party but we elected to stay in our room for a continuation of the foreplay we had been engaging in all week. After most of the dorm was empty we both stripped totally naked and lay down on Daniel’s bed, resting in each other’s arms. We started by kissing, passionately exploring each other’s mouths and tongues, searching for pleasure anywhere we could find it. As we made out I let my hands run down his body, grasping his ass and fondling his swollen balls. They were already tight and his cock was growing to its full 7” length.

Earlier in the week I had taken Daniel’s cock in my mouth for a few brief minutes, but tonight I was determined to give him a real blow job. I broke our embrace and began kissing down his chest, letting my tongue caress his soft skin. With each kiss I moved closer to my destination; his hard cock. When I finally reached his meat I immediately took it in my mouth, swallowing half his length in my velvety cave, encasing him in warmth and wetness. He moaned loudly, stroking the back of my head gently to encourage my actions. This was only the second time I had ever sucked dick but I had been doing some reading on it and it seemed as though my gay sex studying was paying off.

I sucked Daniel like a pro that night, bobbing my head up and down on his member and taking almost the entire length into my throat. A few times I even managed to get my nose in his pubic hair, a fact I was very proud of. After five wonderful minutes of sucking Daniel pulled on my head and told me that he wanted to fuck me. Immediately I was nervous, but I wanted it too. I had been longing to feel him inside of me, to be filled with cock. In response to his request I got on my hands and knees and faced my ass towards him. Daniel situated himself behind me and spit into his hand, rubbing it around my gay ass. After a few more coatings of spit he placed his cockhead at the entrance to my sphincter and roughly pushed it in.

My first reaction was to cry out in pain it hurt so much. My ass was on fire and I had to crap, or at least that’s what it felt like. Despite my cries of pain Daniel didn’t quit. He added a little more spit every so often but he sawed at my ass mercilessly, pounding himself deeply into me. After only a few minutes of thrusting I could feel his balls slapping against me with each thrust, a sensation that turned me on to no end. By the time Daniel came, flooding my bowels with semen, I was actually enjoying myself a little bit. Overall it was a pretty painful experience, but I knew that in the future I would welcome his cock in my ass, beg for it even.

As it turns out I ended up begging for it quite a bit in that first year and now that we’ve begun our sophomore year I expect to be begging for it quite a bit more. I hope you enjoyed my tale, thanks again.

Chris
New England