His lips were suddenly on mine, the scruff of his beard tickling my chin. “I want to be inside you,” he whispered. “I … I’ve never,” I began to stammer in reply. “You’ll be fine,” he assured me. “I know what I’m doing.”
It was a month before the start of my freshman year of college, and I was attending a required, weekend orientation. I had noticed him from across the lobby when I arrived to Carlton Hall, the large, stately freshman dorm off the quad, where we would all be staying for orientation. Fuck, he was hot. He was the only guy in a sea of 200 incoming freshman who was sporting a scruffy beard. As I stared in awe of him from afar, his eyes suddenly met mine. Fuck. I quickly looked away. Was I truly ready for this?
I’m good looking. I’ve got a muscular body. I played football in high school. The girls back at school fuckin’ loved me. But I wasn’t so much into them. My attraction to boys has always been there, even before puberty, in the far recesses of my mind. And when I’d go home from football practice and jack off thinking about my teammates and not the cheerleaders, well … there was no question I was into dudes. But I had to hide it. There were a few gay guys at my high school, but there was no place for them in the testosterone-loaded, masculine world of my football team. And so nobody knew my secret.
College, however, was going to be different. Away from my parents and all my old friends who expected me to be a certain way, I was going to finally live an authentic life. I just didn’t know how. Standing in the lobby of Carlton Hall, I wanted the boy with the scruffy beard more than anything. But I was powerless to make it happen, paralyzed by my inexperience. I was lost in that hopeless inertia when a figure appeared suddenly before me.
“Hey, I’m Baxter,” came a voice with a hand extended to me. It was the hottie with the scruffy beard. “Oh, hey … I’m Ryan,” I quickly stammered, trying not to sound like a giddy schoolgirl with a crush. “Have you picked someone yet?” asked Baxter. “Huh?” I responded in confusion. “Weren’t you listening just now?” Baxter laughed. “They told us to pick someone to room with for the weekend. You wanna bunk together?”
Ten minutes later, Baxter and I were upstairs in a dorm room. How was this happening? I could not believe my luck. We had engaged in the usual polite conversation of strangers for a few moments, sharing where we were from, what we plan to study, etcetera, as we unpacked our few belongings. And then Baxter hit me with it. “I know your secret,” he playfully taunted with a smile. “What secret? What are you talking about?” I responded, taken aback.
“You like boys,” he began. “I can tell. And I think you like me.” I stood in the middle of the floor motionless, not knowing how to respond. Nobody had ever guessed the truth about me or dared to call me out on it. “Don’t be afraid,” Baxter continued, speaking softly. “I like boys, too. And I like you.” His eyes were suddenly upon me, taking me in from top to bottom. “Take off your shirt,” he instructed. And as I dutifully complied, Baxter gave out a low whistle. “Fuck, you’ve got a hot body. You play football?” he asked. I nodded. “Shit. Wait until my parents hear about this. They know I have a type.”
“Wait, what?” I coughed. “Your parents? They know about you?” Baxter gave a laugh. “Yeah, man. I’m completely open with them. This isn’t 1955. We have nothing to hide about ourselves,” he said, coming closer to me. Baxter’s lips were suddenly on mine, the scruff of his beard tickling my chin. “I want to be inside you,” he whispered. “I … I’ve never,” I began to stammer in reply. “You’ll be fine,” he assured me. “I know what I’m doing.”
“Do you have a condom?” I asked as he pulled me onto one of the dorm twin beds. “Why? You don’t want to have my baby?” Baxter chided playfully. He was pulling off his clothes. His chest was hairy, which gave him a maturity that belied his eighteen-year-old body. And his big cock … fuck. It was also the cock of a fully grown man, and not a boyish college freshman. As he finished undressing, I got on all fours, presenting my ass to him like I’d seen from the gay porn I’d watched.
“No … Not like that,” Baxter insisted. “I want to see your face while we fuck.” I rolled onto my back as he raised my legs above his head. His tongue was suddenly on my puckered hole. A wave of pleasure washed over me and I began to squirm as his tongue probed inside me. “Don’t tell me you’ve never been rimmed?” Baxter asked, coming up for air. “I told you that I’ve never done this before,” I replied as he went back to work on me. Soon Baxter replaced his tongue with a finger, and then two fingers.
“Jesus, you’re tight,” Baxter exclaimed. I began to apologize but he interrupted by saying, “I fucking love a tight hole.” He then sat up on his knees and inched closer to me, pressing the head of his cock against my hole. “You sure you want this?” Baxter asked, slapping his big cock against my freshly-eaten hole. “Yeah,” I replied, grabbing him by the hips to pull him closer. “I want you inside me.”
“Fuuuck,” Baxter exhaled as he slowly worked his cock into my pink, virgin hole. “Damn, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” he moaned, throwing his head back. My vestal hole began to contract reflexively in retaliation against this assault against its purity. “Just relax, baby,” Baxter’s voice was in my ear. “Take a deep breath and go with it.” I did as told, and soon I could feel my hole opening as I took Baxter all the way inside me. “That’s it,” he encouraged. He then paused for a moment, allowing me to adjust to the fullness of him.
“You ready for it?” Baxter asked, giving my hole some slow, deep strokes. “Yeah,” I moaned as waves of pleasure consumed me. “Give me that big cock.” Like a sports car shifting into gear, Baxter increased his intensity and began to work my hole with fervor. Fuck, it felt good to have him inside me. His lips were suddenly on mine, kissing me as he deftly continued to pummel my hole. “Christ, you’re beautiful,” Baxter said, looking into my eyes. “I can’t believe I’m inside a hottie like you.” I couldn’t believe how good his big dick felt inside me. My cock was rock hard as he began to jackhammer me. And suddenly an all-too-familiar feeling began to build steadily inside me.
“Dude,” I announced urgently. “I think I’m gonna bust.” Baxter paused momentarily and looked down at my hard cock, swollen and dripping precum between us. “Fuck, that’s hot. I love when I can make a bottom shoot,” he responded. “I’m gonna cum with you.” Baxter immediately resumed his frantic pace, pounding us both to climax. “Aww, FUCK,” I cried out, struggling to breathe from the intensity of cumming with a dick up my ass. And then the floodgates opened as my cock erupted with a massive load.
“Damn, that’s HOT,” Baxter roared while looking down at my throbbing dick as rope after rope of my load coated his hairy body above me. “SHIT,” he bellowed, his eyes rolling back into his head. Instantly, Baxter’s body began to convulse as his cock pulsed inside me, releasing his warm load into my depths. At the last possible moment, he pulled out and sprayed me with the last few shots of cum that his balls could produce before plunging back inside me. He then collapsed upon me, melding our cum between us in a sticky mess.
Baxter’s lips were upon mine again. As we kissed, I reached down and grasped his wet, spent cock. He was still hard. I was just about to guide Baxter back inside my defiled hole when an alarm sounded on his phone. “Shit,” he exclaimed while jumping up to silence it. “We need to get back downstairs for the first orientation session.” I moaned, not wanting our bodies to part. Yet I knew we would resume our fun again that night.
“Hey,” Baxter called while pulling his shirt over his head. “Do you have a roommate yet for the fall?” I shook my head. “Good,” Baxter replied, zipping up his pants. “Because I think we should room together permanently. What do you think?” I gave him my answer with another kiss. “Don’t you think we could be a little late to the first session?” I teased. And twenty minutes later we snuck into the back of the lecture hall with Baxter’s second load up my ass.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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