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College Blues

By: BeautyInDarkness



Like many college students I take classes at all hours, after working a long day, I have night classes to face. All those subjects I never wanted to take, but have to, or I don’t get that beloved piece of paper that says I’m qualified to do my job. We park in deserted lots, huge fields of cement, that blend with the darkness as if waiting for the night to come. Walking to my car alone at night isn’t really dangerous, although, I would get a little thrill as the cold bit through my clothes, and I imagined people hiding in the shadows, that’s why us girls park under the few dim lights in the parking lot, but sometimes that doesn’t keep us safe.

He came to me out of the darkness, his shadow spilling across my vision like chocolate, something bad for me. Before I could glimpse his features he grabbed my arm and spun me around so that my back was pressed tight against his chest. 

“Don’t move,” he whispered in my ear, his hot breath trailing down my neck, and sending unwanted shivers up my spine. I felt the cool caress of a knife through my thin shirt. It ran down my back and stopped right above my butt. 

“Look, you can take my money, but can I keep my driver’s license? You know what the DMV is like, and I don’t want to go back there.” I said, trying to sound causal and bored, hoping that he would let me go with my skin intact. 

“I have different plans for you, unlock, and get in the car, in the back,” he said. 

As I unlocked the car I looked around hopefully for someone, anyone that might see what was happening, but the lot was totally deserted. I did as I was told and he followed me in, and shut the door, pushing me so I faced away from him. 

“Take off your shirt” he said,    “Fuck off!” I replied, momentarily forgetting about the knife. He grabbed the hair at the nape of my neck and pulled my head backwards as he slashed downward with his knife, cutting the shirt off my body. I tried to use my elbows and hit him in the stomach, or use the back of my hand to get him in the face, but he easily caught my hands and held them tightly behind my back. He shoved his face next to mine and said,  

“You will do what I tell you, and cooperate, or you will bleed.” He made a small cut on my arm, to show his sincerity, and let go of my hands. “Take your bra off,” he said, quietly this time. I felt the blade of the knife against my back. I took off the bra. I could feel his free hand skimming up my skin, cold from the air outside, up my ribcage to cup one of my breasts. He rolled my nipple between his fingers and I suppressed a gasp. He slowly slid his hand down towards my stomach, scratching with his nails as his hand moved. 

 “Underwear, off” he told me as his mouth hovered near my neck. I could feel his lips graze my ear and I closed my eyes. 

 “I’m not wearing underwear, moron” I hissed back. He shoved me down so I was now lying on my stomach, with one leg up on the seat curled under me, and the other hanging down. With one hand steady on the knife, now pressing against my ass, the other hand ran up the back of my calf, slowly making it’s way up my thigh, and under my skirt, until he cupped one side of my ass. 

 “Fucking slut,” he ground out between his teeth. His hand left my ass and I could hear him fumbling with his pants. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him put the knife down. Just as I was about to rear up and try to hit him, he landed on top of me, and held my arms above my head. I could feel his hard cock bouncing against the back of my thigh. Without another word he positioned his thighs in between mine and pushed them apart. With one hand holding my arms tight, and the other underneath my hip, he pulled my hips towards him, and thrust foreword into me in one fluid motion. I cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure, and forced myself not to move. He grabbed the hair at the back of my neck and pulled my head backwards, “Tell me you like it” he whispered right before he bit down hard on my neck. I stopped myself from moaning and said nothing. He let go of my arms and moved both hands under me, cupping my breasts and twisting my nipples as he thrust into me again. “Tell me.” He said louder this time. He raked his nails down my back, I could feel the red lines burning down my spine, making me writhe, but still I remained silent. He grabbed my hips and thrust into me again, harder this time, and I couldn’t stop from letting out a gasp. “You’re dripping wet honey,” he mocked “just admit you like it.” 

 In one vicious moment he had grabbed my wrists again, an holding them behind my back, so I arched upwards he started pumping in and out of me in a languid teasing rhythm, and I moaned, and couldn’t stop my body from pushing back against his thrusts, begging for more. He started moving faster and faster, thrusting harder and harder into me until I begged him to stop, begged him not to stop, I can’t remember. And without my consent I felt my orgasm build and build until I couldn’t hold on anymore and it crashed over me, and as my muscles started to twitch, I felt the man behind me give one final thrust, and fall heavily on top of me. 

 We lay there for a while, both of us unable to move. He slowly got up, grabbed his knife, and with a chuckle he said “thanks” and closed the door, and left. As I slowly got up, and pulled myself back together, I thought over the last few minutes. When I finally got in the front seat and started the car, I saw a note on the passenger seat. “Don’t worry,” it said “you’ll see me again” and next to the note, was my wallet, with only my driver’s license missing.

College Blues



I left school in Surrey, England in July 1964, when I was a month short of my 18th birthday.....a child by all intents, because I had no idea what I wanted to become. I seemed to have done alright in my exams and my career had been 'planned' for me by the school careers master and my dad, but no-one seemed to have considered me! Because the last thing I really wanted to do was to follow my dad into accountancy or to do as my careers advisor suggested and try to become a lawyer -- heaven forbid, all those dusty tomes and lines of numbers; not to mention all those years and years of study!

And so I passed my 18th birthday while on extended summer holiday, with no more school, or a job, to look forward to -- not that I was particularly worried. Why wasn't I worried? Because I'd just found myself a real live girlfriend -- not just someone from school to take to the cinema or to the café......no, this was real love, and she was gorgeous! Very quickly we passed from virgins to practiced lovers and our romantic future was looking rosy as it always is with your first love.

However, I'm not going to let that get in the way of my story -- because basically, my mum saw better things for me than becoming a full time Romeo and she packed me off to college for a two year Business Studies course. 

So, in the September after my 18th birthday, my parents set me up with some 'digs' -- a small bed-sit near the college, which was some 30 miles from home and with a bit of financial help from them and then a small inheritance from a great-uncle, I was sitting pretty! All I had to do was to attend lectures and try to behave......

I think that my mother was more canny than I believed though, because no sooner had I settled in, than they moved some 150 miles away (actually my father got a promotion and had to go to Head Office to work) and I was left to make my own way in life.

Truthfully, my parents were only on the other end of a phone line if I wanted a chat or a bit of loving, or even cash, but I certainly felt alone and I also realised that, without my own transport, I couldn't easily get to see my love-of-my-life and my crusty old landlady certainly wasn't going to let her come and stay with me! Now what to do?

I soon realised that if I was to pacify that damn thing that kept rearing its head in my trousers, I'd have to find other outlets for my sexual needs and I became a real expert at wanking. I could make myself cum in a matter of a few minutes or I could edge myself along for perhaps an hour or more before I just had to let it out. Usually I'd lay on my back on my bed to wank, allowing my spunk to spurt onto my abdomen and chest and I'd long ago found out about the taste, which I now rather enjoyed. Sometimes I'd lie on my side and then I could catch my cum in my hand and lick it all up, but I tended to vary my activities, so I always had an old towel handy.

Since I started wanking, I'd always wanted to be able to suck my own cock but I was short of some three or four inches of flexibility. The idea of perhaps arranging myself with my arse up against a wall was a bit of a worry because at home, mum or dad might have walked in and once I was in 'digs' I was always concerned that my landlady, who had a key to every room, might come in and find me in that strange position....so I'd yet to try sperm direct from the source.

But wanking, while good to release the pressure, isn't the same as having sex with someone else -- it's a "solitary vice" to quote the old 18th Century view -- a lonely way of having sex and I needed more than that.

My walk to and from college took me either through or past a local recreation ground, past the kids playground, the bowls clubhouse and past the public toilets and I was fortunate therefore -- because it was there that I found something better than just masturbation.

I think I ducked into the toilet entrance one afternoon mainly because it started raining heavily and then I realised that I might as well have a pee while I was there, so I moved from the doorway into the men's toilet proper.

There was a wall of urinals -- perhaps six of them I'd guess and at the far one a well-built man, perhaps in his forties, stood, looking down at the urinal in front of him. I moved to one further down the line away from him, shuffled close to the wall and pulled my zip down. I fished out my penis, pulling back my foreskin as I did so and waited for the wee to start, not that my bladder was under any great pressure.

For a while nothing happened and as I waited I glanced down the row of urinals and realised that the man was looking in my direction. My glance also told me that he was holding his remarkably large penis in his left hand so that my view was unobstructed and as I looked, my eyes now captivated by the sight of his cock, I watched him run his hand up and down it, slowly and smoothly.

I had to look away because suddenly my own penis was starting to get stiff.....and since I was holding it in my right hand, its enlargement from a limp object to around seven inches of tumescent flesh must have been at least partially visible to the man.

I couldn't help but take another sideways look -- and now the man had half turned towards me! More than that, he was holding his cock which was already massively erect! 

'Oh my God,' I thought, 'I can't believe this is happening! This is so sick! What do I do? What the fuck do I do?'

My somewhat panic-stricken mind wanted me to run away but my stiff cock had other ideas, as did the man. Moving slowly, he edged towards me until he was standing at the next urinal to me. He looked down at my erection and then back at his own, which he was gently stropping. My cock too was now a rigid length in my hand and I was trembling with, well, not fear but anticipation, I think.

"Nice one you've got there," the man said quietly, still rubbing his own organ, "Can I hold it?"

'Oh God' I thought again, 'Do I let him?'

I was panicking really -- I'd never in my life let anyone anywhere, or for any reason, touch or hold my cock apart from me. I'd never even had to let a doctor touch me -- nor even my mum.....not since I was a baby.

"Come on. Feel mine then," the man suggested, reaching out for my hand.

And like a zombie, I let him pull my hand across the small space between us and rest it on his penis.

"Get hold of it then," he said as his hand closed my fingers over his shaft, "Beauty, aint it? I got seven inches, how about you?"

"Errrr, dunno," I said, flustered, speaking for the first time. 

"Looks about the same," he said, "Let me feel it and I'll tell you."

Taking my other hand from my penis I let him grasp me and his firm grip made my cock jump with what must have been delight, because it stiffened further with the touch. The man ran his hand over my cock, smoothing his palm over and around my knob and spreading the little dribble of lubrication that had oozed from the tip.

"Feels good mate," he said, "You might be a bit longer than me, you lucky bugger! Come on, give mine a rub, will yer."

I could hardly stop my hand from moving, partially because he was now moving his hips so that his cock was pushed through my fist and partially because I now really wanted to feel that cock, so similar and yet so different to my own.

Somehow his flesh felt hotter than mine but the loose skin felt just like mine as I moved it up and down his shaft.

"Do it harder," said the man, now moving his hand on my cock more quickly, "Grab hold tighter and do it a bit faster."

For a little while we just rubbed each other, not talking, but both breathing quite heavily.

"Getting good, mate. Have a play with my knob," he asked, because I'd been concentrating on and enjoying feeling his hot smooth shaft, "Rub my knob for me." 

I moved my hand towards the end of his penis and admired the large plum-coloured end to his cock that now throbbed in my hand. As I looked at it, so a long stream of lubricating syrup dribbled from his penis and stretched to the ground.

"Oooooh," said the man, now breathing faster, "What you made me do! I always make a lot of precum when I get excited. Touch it, please."

Ten minutes ago I wouldn't have dared to get my hand anywhere near such a thing, but now I not only wanted to feel all of his cock but I actually wanted to feel his slippery precum as well.

I slid my hand up and over onto his knob, loving the stiff flesh of the ridge of his knob, before moving my hand to cup and gently squeeze his slippery, shiny knob end.

'Oh fuck,' I thought, 'I can feel him oozing into my hand! I'm actually holding someone else's cock and its making my hand wet!'

I just had to squeeze his knob a bit more and another slow spurt of precum ran into my hand as I did. I smoothed the viscous fluid all over his knob -- it felt so slippery and sexy as I turned my hand over and around his penis. I wanted to just keep on doing that for ever, but the man brought me back to earth.

"Don't forget the rest of my cock now mate, spread that stuff all over me," he said, then "Ooooh -- fuck -- here comes some more!"

I was committed now -- I was really into this despite the newness and the way it made me feel scared -- but I now wanted to keep playing with him. I was hooked!

Quickly I slipped my hand back to his knob and was in position as another stream of precum drooled from his cock. I caught it all and brought it back to his shaft, where I spread it over him and started to rub him again.

In the meanwhile, his hand wasn't idle as he played with my cock too. He'd managed to get both my balls out of my fly as well and he kept touching them and rolling them in his hand, before returning to my cock to continue masturbating me.

I too was leaking precum, but not as copiously as he was and his hand on my cock felt absolutely out of this world! I hardly knew what sensation to feel -- there was panic, shock, delight and above all a feeling of great excitement. My legs had turned to jelly because my cock was being wanked and not by me....and I was going to cum before too long, if this kept up!

The man must have realised from my breathing or possibly because of my hip thrusting my cock through his busy fist, that I was getting close.

"Gonna cum soon?" he asked and I nodded my head.

"Good, good!" he said, "I aint far off, keep rubbing me and I'll try to cum with you!"

Together we wanked, panting hard together, surrounded by the gentle slapping noise of lubricated flesh as our hands worked on each other's cocks.

"Fuck it -- I'm cumming!" he said, beating me to it, "Feel it cumming up -- ooooh -- faster, bit faster! Out the way! Ooooh yeahhhh, that's it -- cumming! Here it is! Uuuuugh! Uuuuugh!"

As he grunted and as I continued to rub his penis, I felt it swell slightly and his hips jerked suddenly as his first jet of ejaculate erupted from his penis.

Still rubbing him, I watched in awe as he punched the air with his cock and blasted one, two, three, four long streamers of white-streaked spunk at the wall.

"Uuuuh! Uuuuuh! Uuuuuh!" he groaned as the last spasms of his orgasm jerked the final blobs of cum from his cock over my fist and onto the ground.

Everything slowed down and he took his penis from my hand and wrang out the last of his cum, which he flicked from the tip onto the wall with his finger.

"Fuck me, that was good," he said as he put his cock away and zipped up, "You've got a lovely hand -- but hey, what about you? You haven't cum yet, have you?"

I was still felt almost speechless so I shook my head as I looked at the sperm that now clung to my hand. Not knowing what else to do with it, I wiped it off on the wall.

"Bit of a waste, that. Still nice and stiff, aren't you," the man said, now starting to rub his hand up and down my shaft, "You've not cum, I can feel you've still got it."

"No, I haven't cum," I agreed, "I was nearly there but then you came off and we sort of forgot about mine." 

"Soon remedy that mate," said the man, "Turn round this way a bit more so I can get at you."

I moved to stand facing him as his hand, well, both hands occasionally, began to work me up again. It wouldn't take long for me to cum now -- I was still so excited by seeing his cock erupt.

And then he shocked me again.

"Mind if I suck you?" he said and as he spoke he dropped to his knees before me.

Gobsmacked, I just couldn't do or say anything -- and anyway, his hand was still working on my cock and it was feeling so damn good that I'd let him do whatever he liked.

Taking my silence for approval, I watched as he opened his mouth and let my knob and then several inches of my shaft slide smoothly into his mouth. 

Oh God -- it felt simply out of this world -- it was a thrill I'd never had before -- a sensation like nothing else. It was simply superbly erotic and numbingly sexy as his lips started to move around my knob......although my knees were still trembling like anything.

The fact that it was a man sucking my cock didn't matter -- the sensation was too good for me to care about such niceties.....and he was rapidly bringing me to the boil.

The man began sliding his mouth up and down my cock, sliding my penis deeply into his mouth and then out again, until it was just his lips sucking at the tip of my cock. Then he'd repeat his actions and all the while my orgasm was building and building.

"Gonna cum soon, gonna cum," I said at last, "Let me out -- let me cum!"

"In my mouth mate, cum in my mouth," he said, to my shock and perhaps horror! 

It was a disgusting idea and yet at the same time I felt myself thinking back to his orgasm and wishing I'd had the guts to taste his cum, but I had no option or objection now, as my climax arrived.

"Waaah -- I'm cumming!" I cried as I froze briefly before I erupted, "Ohhhhh! Oooooh God! Uuuuuugh!"

My own jets of spunk were now filling his mouth; overflowing down his chin and dribbling back to drool beneath the shaft of my jerking, thrusting, cumming penis.

"Ooooh fuckin' hell!" I cried again, "Oh yeahhhh! Oh God -- Oh God!"

I felt the mouth release its grasp on my cock and then the coolness of fresh air on my wet, slippery, sticky penis. Breathing deeply through his nose, the man stood up and ran his finger up his chin, collecting the blob of whitish sperm which he looked at briefly, before popping it into his mouth. 

He opened his mouth to show me what I'd done -- I'd filled his mouth with my sperm; his entire mouth was coated and puddled with strands and smears of my cum. Briefly I stared before he closed his mouth and I saw his throat work as he swallowed my offering.

"Yeah -- that was tasty, mate," he said, "Nice gob-full that was. You cum a lot too, don't you mate, nice and hot. Not too salty like some of 'em."

I stood there dumbfounded, wondering what to do next before he spoke again.

"Oh sod, I left your cock all sticky! Can't have that!" he said as he bent down -- and before I knew it, he was sucking me again.

'Ooooh shit, no, not again!' I thought, 'I don't want to do it again!'

Well, I did really, but it wasn't to be -- he was merely sucking my cock clean -- although as he stood up, my newly-sprung erection stood out before me.

"Fucking eager, aren't you!" he said, giving my cock a quick tug, "Love to suck you off again, but I can't stay much longer. But thanks mate, I enjoyed that."

"So did I," I managed to reply, "Thank you."

"See you again?" he asked, "Same place."

"Dunno," I wavered as I tucked my penis back into my trousers, "Might do."

"Ok -- cheerio then mate," he said and a moment later he'd gone, leaving me there, totally shattered from the new experience and yet totally satisfied -- for now!

I never had that pee -- and I never even found out his name!

I walked back to my digs in something of a daze......this was the first time I'd ever, EVER, had any kind of sex outside a bedroom -- let alone with a MAN!

The sheer wonder of it struck me once I'd got home and could retire to lie on my bed, contemplating things. Because what was going through my mind was the fact that, once I'd got past the original butterflies, I'd really enjoyed what we'd done together. I began to think back -- to the feeling of holding another man's penis, feeling it stiffen, feeling it pumping its cream out. The slipperiness of his precum and the erotic smell of his sperm lingered in my mind.

I need hardly add that I was erect again by now and as I lay there on my back, I slid my trousers and pants down and started to wank. I re-ran the action in my mind, seemingly unable to put it into a seamless timescale. Somehow the best bits kept jumping up and leaping from the mental video and every time he spurted his cum in my mind, another pulse of pleasure shook my body -- until suddenly, well before I was ready, I felt my orgasm enfold me.

My cock leapt into action -- three quick but energetic pulses of cum shot up my body -- splashing down across my face and hair; the second and third spurts landing on my chest while several lesser squirts fell on my abdomen and dribbled into my pubes. I don't think I'd ever cum that hard before; certainly never as far as my face.

No stranger though to the taste of my own cum, I quickly gathered what I could from my face and licked it up, imagining that it belonged to that man. I did my best to clean off the cum from my hair with a tissue, but I didn't know if I'd got it all -- I'd check once I'd cleaned it all off my body too.

'Jesus -- that was quick!' I mused, licking my lips, 'Fastest cum ever I reckon and never cum so hard.'

Feeling far from satisfied tonight though, I mooched around my digs doing useless chores. I tried to read and study -- but I couldn't settle. I tried to cook something -- and burnt it, so I gave up. I might get a takeaway later. I didn't even want a drink although I had some beer in the fridge -- I just wanted more of what I'd had. I couldn't believe just how desperate I'd become to experience another man's cock again. But I wasn't about to go wandering off to the park after dark, not least because it would probably be closed, so I just had to be patient tonight.

Eventually somehow, I must have drifted off to sleep, but I awoke with a hard-on that returned even after I'd had a pee. I jerked myself off quickly which at least took the pressure off, long enough that I could get ready for college and finally, not entirely organised though, I managed to get out on time.

From choice I walked to college through the park again this morning but although I passed right by the toilets, I had no desire to go in to see if anyone was around -- that would be way too scary! Instead I meandered on to our lecture room where I joined the other students. For a while I felt as if I was somehow marked now and I felt almost alone among my friends and colleagues, but gradually my mind returned to normal and I once more became just another young man aspiring to learn more of the Big Business world.

When the lunch break arrived, I was in two minds. Sometimes I went to the refectory and other times I'd grab a sandwich at the corner shop nearby and go and sit in the park, sometimes to feed the birds with the crumbs....but today I just couldn't face that option and anyway, it looked as if it might rain, so the refectory it was.

I joined the queue and got myself a portion of something labelled cottage pie, which at least smelled good and found a place at a small table. Almost as soon as I arrived, two of the three at the table finished their meal and left, leaving just myself and another young man to eat in peace. For a while we didn't even look at the other; and when I did take a very quick glance, I saw that he was looking at me too. I smiled somewhat self-consciously at him and he smiled back.

"Hiya. Crap, isn't it?" I managed to ask, waving my fork over my meal and when he smiled at me I followed that with, "What course are you doing?"




College Blues



"Economics," he said gloomily, "What about you?"

"Business Studies," I said, "Oh, I'm Chris, by the way."

"Peter," he said, extending his hand and we shook -- the touch of another man now sending shock waves right down to my penis.

"I don't often come in here," I said, glancing around at the uninspiring room, "I prefer a sandwich in the park. Sometimes they're playing bowls and I can watch them for a while."

"I'm a bit new here actually. Had troubles with my enrolment paperwork and only just made it," said Peter, "I've got a little flat down the road but I don't know my way around yet. Mind if I join you occasionally? I'm not impressed by this canteen either."

"It's a refectory," I said laughing quietly, "Same thing really -- and no, don't mind you joining me. Be nice to have a bit of company sometimes."

A few days later, I bumped into Peter as lunchtime came around and together we nipped off to the corner shop, bought a roll and a drink each and headed to the park. Soon we were stuffing ourselves, side by side on a bench, peacefully alone apart from the occasional passer-by.

There was some idle chatter, during which I found that he was all of two weeks older than I was, rather to my annoyance, as his 18th had been back in late July, while mine was in August.

Leaning back after I'd eaten, I burped gently and looked at Peter.

He was a couple of inches taller than me but somewhat slimmer -- not that I was exactly fat. I weigh in at around150 pounds so I reckon he might have been ten pounds lighter, considering his extra height, which took him to perhaps 6'2". His face was longish rather than round and his mop of somewhat unruly light brown hair was everywhere. We both had blue eyes and much the same coloured hair and somehow I felt at ease in his company. Oddly enough, we were even both wearing much the same -- blue jeans, trainers, a t-shirt with a garish pop logo on and a light leather jacket.

Peter looked at me as he finished and leaned back too, managing a sociable burp too.

"Agreed," he said convivially, "feels better than chomping that stuff at the college."

We sat and contemplated the empty playing fields before us before Peter asked the question that changed our worlds.

"So, where's your girlfriend then -- have you got one?" he said.

"Well, I had a girlfriend but she lives too far away from here, so I'm on my own while I do this course," I told him, "Where's yours then?"

"Never got round to having one," he said, "Can't be bothered!"

"What?" I said in astonishment, "So what do you do for sex?"

I didn't mean it to come out like that, but I think I was so astonished at his claim that I just said the first thing that came into my mind, but fortunately Peter didn't seem to mind.

"I'm just good at wanking!" he said, laughing, "I guess you're in the same boat now then?"

"Yeah," I replied, somewhat abashed, "Well yes -- I am actually."

Suddenly somehow I didn't mind spilling my words out, now that I'd admitted to the charge and I opened up to him.

"I'm always doing it," I said, miming wanking with my hand, "Morning, noon and night! Can't really leave the bloody thing alone!"

Peter was laughing now and put his hand on my shoulder to push at me.

"Takes over, doesn't it?" he said, his hand squeezing my shoulder, "Your cock, I mean. Always randy -- never satisfied."

"Bloody right," I said with feeling, "But at least it's enjoyable when you wank. So how often do you do it?"

"When I get up and again before I head out if there's time; I went to the college toilets yesterday for a wank and then I do it every evening, sometimes more than once," he said, "mind you, the college toilets are so busy you've got to be quiet....

Hey, speaking of the toilets, do you know if these ones are clean? Why don't we nip in there and rub one out? Got time, haven't we?"

"Should we?" I asked, somewhat worried that the man might be there again and would recognise me. 

'What if he's there? What do I do?' I thought to myself.....because here I was, planning to go in there with another man.

"Well, I need to, Chris, look!" said Peter spreading his legs apart.

And down the leg of his jeans his penis raised a long and straight ridge with a small damp spot at the end -- he was hard and in need of some release.

"See! All we had to do was to talk about sex and 'bang', up he comes!" he said as he rubbed his hand up and down his jeans over his penis, "Aren't you getting hard then?"

Yes -- I was! But I'd been too shy to show my erection.

I nodded. "Yes, I am actually," I said somewhat coyly.

"Show me then!" Peter said, still smoothing his hand over his cock. 

I pulled back my jacket which was hiding the long tent that my penis was making up towards my belt and Peter slapped the bench seat between us.

"See, you can't keep the little bastard down either! Come on then," he said, laughing and standing up, "Let's do it!"

As he stood, now facing me, his erection seemed to almost reach out to me. I wanted to put my hand on that ridge and feel its heat and hardness, but I was completely shy.

Somewhat in two minds, I rose with him and we walked to the toilets; me furtively looking around -- and they were empty. A big sigh of relief left me and suddenly I felt better.

"Come in a cubicle in case someone else comes in," said Peter, pulling me down the room and soon we were shut into our little world, just the two of us.

Peter shrugged off his jacket and hooked it on a nail on the door and I put mine on top of his. And by the time I'd turned round; Peter had his zip down and was starting to pull his penis out.

"You done it with anyone else?" he asked.

"Once," I replied, feeling somewhat ashamed and yet also superior.

"Was it good?" he asked as his penis appeared at his fly.

I nodded hard and fast -- in time with my heart it seemed, as his hand extracted his cock and held it out, already hard and erect. There was already a small tear of precum at the tip.

He waved his hand at me by way of encouragement. 

"Come on then, let's see yours," he said softly and I knew that this was the moment of discovery.

Was I going to like doing this or had my experience with the man been a one-off? Inwardly, I think I already knew the answer.

Slowly, almost but not entirely reluctantly, my hand moved to my fly and I pulled my zip down. Peter was watching ardently, his hand smoothly and gently moving up and down his shaft as I reached into my pants. With a bit of adjustment to my clothing, I was able to bring forth my pride and joy which I stretched out before removing my hand. My cock wasn't entirely stiff but he was making a good impression on Peter.

"Wow!" he said, "That looks really hot, Chris. He's not hard yet, is he; does he get any bigger?"

"A bit," I said, gripping my shaft and rubbing my hand up and down for a while, "Ah, that's better, he's woken up!"

And he had -- now he was throbbingly hard. My foreskin had now rolled back to expose my shiny purplish knob and like Peter, a bead of precum oozed from the tip. With my fingers, I spread it over my knob, making it all glossy and slippery.

Together, facing each other, we wanked for a little while, both carefully examining the other person's penis until Peter spoke again.

"I've never done this before," he said, "It's good -- I like it."

"So do I," I said and greatly daring, I asked, "Could I touch you, Peter?"

"Do you want to? Really?" he asked, his eyebrows lifting in a show of surprise and delight. 

I nodded enthusiastically. We moved a little closer and I stretched out my hand. Carefully and gently I grasped his shaft and for now I just held it and squeezed it, savouring the feel of a live penis in my hand. His cock was a bit thicker than mine and what was sticking out of his jeans was just as long as the part of me that was exposed, so he too was probably around seven inches long. He'd still got his foreskin, like me, which slid back as I started to move my hand slightly up and down his length.

"Oooooooh" groaned Peter, shuddering all over, "Oooooh fuck -- that feels so different. Good though.... So much better than using my own hand! Ooooh yes....! That's good! Rub it for me, please Chris."

Changing my grip, I now held my palm beneath his cock with my fingers and thumb wrapped up the sides of his cock -- it was too fat for my fingers to reach all around. His penis felt just as hot as the man's had, but this time the penis was quite a bit younger, more rigid and smoother too....not that I really cared about those finer points at this moment! All I knew was that I was holding another person's cock in my hand and I was loving it!

With my new grip, I was able to move my hand further and with more feeling. I made sure that his foreskin was being pulled back over his knob each time so that some of his lubrication would be spread around. I wanted to feel that moisture on my hand; I wanted to be able to smell the incredible scent of hot man-flesh afterwards on my hand and most importantly, I wanted to see that spunk shooting out again.

Actually and truly, I really wanted to be able to taste him!

'Oh my God, where did that thought come from?' I questioned myself, 'Just 'cos that bloke sucked me and now I want to do it! What is it -- contagious?'

Peter's hand had been holding his balls as I stroked him but now he moved it and, pushing my hand off my cock, he replaced it with his. He started moving his hand up and down his cock faster than I'd been doing it. 

He smiled at me, a big silly grin!

"You're being too gentle. But hey -- this is hot! All right to touch yours?" he asked, grasping me without waiting for my permission.

His long slim fingers seemed to curl right round my cock, sending shivers of delight all up and down me and thrills of pleasure up and down my cock. It jumped hard as he touched it and seemed to stiffen even more.

For a little while longer we sociably manipulated each other's penises, both just enjoying the unaccustomed feelings we were getting and giving, but my desire to taste him kept resurfacing.

"Can I do something?" I finally plucked up enough courage to ask, "I want to get down and look at your cock properly."

Ok -- I'd chickened out of asking the real question, but I was getting there!

As he nodded I dropped to my knees before him and changed my grip on his cock again and now my fingers were wrapped round his shaft from above, with my thumb below. I looked straight ahead at this fascinating piece of male meat and inspected the way the flesh of his knob was drawn together underneath, leading to the vestiges of his frenulum, which, like mine, was almost non-existent. I observed the seam beneath his cock that continued all the way to his balls....and then I realised that his knob was no more than two or three inches from my mouth.

I was shivering with anticipation and excitement -- was I about to suck my first cock?

"Can I suck it? Would you mind?" I asked, politely because I was scared; my voice quivering as I spoke.

Peter just murmured "Mmmmm" in reply and I turned my mouth towards his penis.

Slowly and carefully I stuck my tongue out and gently let the tip slide over his knob. The sensations that were engulfing me were causing butterflies in my stomach and shivers in my spine -- but I just knew I had to do it.

Steeling my resolve -- and then suddenly thinking, 'well, if that man can do it, why can't I?' I slid the end of his penis into my mouth.

'Done it!' I thought, elated by my daring, 'Wow!'

A long drawn-out happy-sounding sigh rose from Peter as his cock sank into my mouth.

Gently I applied some pressure to the tissue of his knob and discovered that wonderful spongy, firm and yet giving, smooth texture of a penis that made me want to feel more of him. Slowly I let his cock deeper into my mouth, sliding and smoothing over my tongue and eventually reaching the back of my mouth. I backed off briefly and returned to his knob, which now felt so good to me.

I could taste a vague trace of urine; not a nasty taste; and then suddenly there was a new flavour that was slightly salty but almost non-existent.

Peter groaned at that moment and I guessed he'd just let loose with some precum.

Urgently now I sucked on his knob -- I wanted more -- I was becoming consumed with the need to feel and savour his cock. My tongue worked him over, sliding around his knob, into the little slit at the end and around the ridge separating his knob from his shaft. I was sucking hard too, wanting more of that slippery precum and sort-of hoping for his greater offering.

I too was groaning quietly to myself -- this was a form of heaven that I'd been wanting ever since I learned to wank! Unable to suck my own cock, this was the next best thing in the world!

Now I was sliding my fist up and down his shaft as well as sucking and licking him and the inevitable was about to happen. I felt Peter tensing up and shudders seemed to shake his body. His cock kept jerking into my mouth as uncontrollable spasms drove Peter towards his orgasm.

"Careful!" he said, breathing heavily, "You'll make me cum soon, Chris, if you keep that up. Let me take him out."

I stopped sucking for a moment. Did I want his cum in my mouth? Part of me definitely was saying 'yes' while other parts were rebelling against the idea and I knew I soon had to make a decision..... 

I went for it!

"Let me finish you off Peter, cum in me," I said, taking his penis from my mouth but still wanking him, "I want to suck you off!"

"Oh God -- really?" said Peter, his voice quivering, "Oh yes please -- make me cum!"

No more words were needed for a while as I continued to swirl my tongue in his increasing flow of precum. The taste and feeling was a wonderful precursor to the main event -- his sperm -- his cum -- filling my mouth. So often I'd licked up my own pool of cum and now I was about to taste another man's cum direct from the fountain at last.

I worked harder on him and Peter was groaning quietly and breathing faster now as his orgasm began to overwhelm him.

"Oh fuck, that's it!" he said, pushing his penis deeper into my mouth, "Its cumming, its cumming! Oh God -- here it is.....!"

And as I clamped my lips round his shaft, a warm wetness suddenly coated my tongue and the back of my mouth. I felt another splash of cum and another and another filling my mouth. Unaccustomed to such a happening I didn't expect there to be so much and before I could swallow any, a last jet filled my mouth to overflowing. I felt it squirting out past my lips and I quickly held up my spare hand -- the other one was holding his pulsing penis -- to ensure that the overflow wasn't wasted.

And finally Peter heaved a last big sigh and his body relaxed, together with his cock, which started to shrink in my mouth. I let it go and his penis, still with some off-white spunk clinging to it slid from my mouth.

Not quite knowing how to handle all his cum that still filled my mouth, I quickly realised that there only one decent way to deal with it -- to swallow it. 

And then I suddenly understood that I really, really wanted to swallow it anyway. I drew a breath in through my nose and leaned my head back....and let it slide down my throat.

Nectar! Ambrosia! Food of the Gods! It was delicious! It felt so alien and yet so good! I ran my tongue round my mouth to clean up the residue, which I swallowed too, along with the little tear of cum that had escaped onto my hand.

As I came back to earth I noticed Peter's cock still hanging there, lightly covered in his slime. I reached out for it and without a care in the world now, I sucked it back into my mouth to clean it up. I felt a last little dribble of sperm leave his slit before I let him loose, giving the tip of his cock a parting kiss.

Peter was leaning back against the wall of the cubicle with a vacant but happy look on his face and eventually he looked down at me, still on my knees.

"Did you really do that?" he said, "That was awesome -- incredible -- fuckin' brilliant!"

"Was good, wasn't it?" I agreed as I stood up, "My first time and it was like something I've always ever wanted to do."

"Honest -- your first time?" asked Peter, now tucking his cock back into his jeans, "God -- you were fantastic!"

Then, as we both came back to reality, I suddenly realised that my cock was still standing up and very nearly hard and hadn't been fulfilled yet. I touched it and it immediately sprang back to life.

"Oh Chris -- you haven't cum, have you," said Peter, reaching out his hand to hold my cock, "Oh sod it!. We've got to be back in five minutes -- there isn't time to get you off now. Oh fuck!"

"I'll manage," I said with a rueful grin, "I'll just have to concentrate on something else until I get home."

"Come back to my place after college," suggested Peter, "I'm on my own this week -- the other flat's empty and it'll be peaceful. I'll get you off then if you can wait, I promise."

"Yeah, ok Peter, sounds good," I said, tucking my erection away as best I could, "Meet you at the gates later then."

Together we left the still deserted toilets and headed back to college and for some reason I put my arm over his shoulder as we walked -- it seemed the right thing to do.

"Don't know what to say about all that," I said, slowly shaking my head in wonderment, "I never thought that would happen to me."

"Me neither," said Peter, "I didn't expect anything -- I just wanted us to be friends."

"More than friends, eh, mate!" I said, smiling broadly and pulling him tight against me, "Am I pleased I met you!"

It was almost four in the afternoon before Peter appeared at the gates where I'd been waiting impatiently for some while.

"Sorry," he said cheerfully and bumping shoulders with me, "had to call in at the office and I got held up. Never mind -- only takes five minutes."

Well, it was nearer ten minutes before we reached his place but it didn't seem that long and then Peter was pulling me into a gateway and up to the door. 

"Own front door key," he said smiling happily, "I can come and go when I like. Go on -- up you go."

The flat below had its front door on the other side of the house and we climbed the stairs to his landing and his flat.

"It's been converted," he said, "Strange layout, but it works ok. Go on in...."

The flat was really just the upper floor of the house, so everything pretty well opened off the lounge-diner, but it looked fresh, airy and clean. As I glanced around I spotted his bed -- a double, of all things!

"You lucky sod!" I called out, "Double bed -- bloody luxury!"

"My parents had to get a bed for me and this one was in our spare room, so they brought it over for me. Most excellent to spread out on."

"And to do other things!" I said, laughing.

"Hah -- what other things?" replied Peter, "There's only been me....but then I've only been here a week."

"That was last week," I retorted, "This week there's me as well. And you promised!"

"Oh yes, I did, didn't I," said Peter, winking at me, "Well you can darned well wait while I get us a drink -- what do you want, lager or tea of coffee?"

"I'll have a can if that's ok," I said, dropping my jacket over the back of a chair and a moment later there was a chilled Fosters in my hand.

Peter came and stood near me as we both imbibed some amber nectar. He looked at me, happily.

"Better?" he asked.

"Much," I replied as I continued to absorb my surroundings, "Should I take my shoes off in here, by the way?"

"Well, I'm going to, so you might as well too," Peter replied and by now we were both feeling much less tense. College was already a distant memory. He stripped off his socks and his t-shirt too, revealing a nicely smooth and lightly muscled body.

"I'm sweaty," he said by explanation, "Get your off too. Oh fuck it, might as well strip down!"




College Blues



I looked at him in some surprise as he dropped his jeans, to stand there in just his boxer shorts.

"You stripping off?" I asked, perhaps taken aback by the pace of the situation.

"Why not? Warm enough, isn't it? Get yours off too. Then we can get on the bed!" Peter said as he adjusted his visibly somewhat inflated penis inside his shorts before striding into his 'bedroom' recess on his long smooth-looking legs. He bounced on the bed and then crashed, flat out onto it.

"Damn -- bring my can with you," he said from his prone position.

With nothing more to delay me, I gathered our cans and moved to the side of the bed where I put them down. Quickly now I unzipped my jeans and soon stepped out of them.

Peter patted the bed.

"Come and lie here -- come and join me on my untested bed!" he said, chuckling and soon I was there, two young men lying side by side on the bed, clad only in our shorts.

"Hey, this is better already," said Paul, rolling over towards me, "this bed's too big to be alone in. Nice to have you here!"

His hand reached out and he laid it gently on my chest where he began to move it around, feeling, smoothing, massaging down to the top of my abdomen, up across my ribs and around my nipples. Gently he tweaked each one in turn before continuing his caresses.

"You're like me, aren't you?" he said, now feeling higher up my chest, "smooth skin and not hairy and no fat either. I do like these muscles -- your pecs, aren't they?"

"Yeah," I said, somewhat losing myself in the moment, "Yeah -- I've been trying to build up a bit of muscle, I'm too skinny really."

"Hmmmh!" said Peter, moving his hand down my body, "The muscle I saw didn't need building up!"

And he didn't! He was already up and waiting! No-one, not even my erstwhile girlfriend had touched my body like that and my cock had responded rapidly and enthusiastically. I looked down my body and saw the tent that he was making, and Peter saw it too.

"Liked that, did you Chris?" he asked, his hand now reaching down my abdomen to my waistband, "Shall I continue?"

"Mmmmmm" I acceded to his suggestion, "Mmmmmm, don't stop!"

Peter wriggled closer to me across the bed and our bodies were now almost touching. Peter's face was perhaps a foot from mine, but more importantly to me, his hand was now pushing down beyond the waistband of my shorts and was now gently stroking across my pubes!

My penis was so stiff that the head was raised well above his hand, but Peter was obviously teasing me -- just making me wait.

I was already twitching and shivering with anticipated excitement and Peter had a big smile on his face as we both now watched his hand's movement.

"Would you like me to touch you?" asked Peter, his hand moving ever nearer to my penis.

"Please, please," I gasped, "Oh yes, oh God, yesssss!"

The back of Peter's hand had just grazed past my erection before moving away.....

"Let's get your shorts off first," Peter said, and I lifted my hips to allow him to help me to slide them down and off my hips, so that I could soon wriggle my legs free as well.

My penis was now standing naked and proud, pointing up the bed towards me; his foreskin had slid back and his knob now almost glowed with readiness.

"That's better," said Peter; his hand poised to tease me, "Looks good, doesn't he? You ready for this?"

"Ooooh! Yes, yes, please Peter -- I'm more than ready!" I groaned, stopping myself from taking hold of my own cock, "Come on, please hold me. Rub me, please!"

Peter didn't respond but his hand did instead. Returning to my abdomen, Peter let his hand wander around, teasing me more, before sliding down, down, down to the base of my straining cock.

Then his warm fingers wrapped themselves round my length, making my cock jerk uncontrollable and making me shudder and breathe in quickly.

"Ooooooooh yessssss!" I moaned, "Ohhhh! Oh Peter, more, more, please! Fuck sake -- come on!"

Peter's hand began moving up and down my shaft, occasionally brushing up against my knob, faster and faster.

I started to jerk and twitch all over as he brought me towards my orgasm.

But it wasn't to be a quickie -- not now we had time to enjoy the act.

His hand slowed and now moved to my knob to gather some of my precum that had begun leaking out. He smoothed it over my penis from end to end, gradually soaking my whole length in my slippery secretions but now just running his fist steadily up and down my cock.

"Mind if I take my shorts off too?" asked Paul out of the blue and before I could object, not that I had any intention of doing so, Paul was naked there beside me. His own penis was as stiff as mine and as he lay on his side, his erection, now released from its enclosure, pressed against my hip.

'Oh fuck,' I thought, 'two more firsts -- the first time I've ever been in bed with a man and the first time another cock has touched me -- well, properly, that is!'

I looked at Paul and asked what was really a silly question....

"Can I hold your cock please?" I asked expecting and getting nothing less than a nod of approval.

"Yessssss!" he hissed softly as my hand wrapped round his penis, "Ooooooh yeahhhhh!"

It was a bit awkward for us to reach and play with both cocks and for a while we struggled -- Peter had to roll his hips back to let me get at him properly and he then had to stretch to reach me.

"Turn round," said Peter, "Head to tail -- you move."

Understanding quickly, I reversed my position on the bed while Peter moved down the bed somewhat and then we both rolled partially together. And now his cock was within easy reach of my hand -- or of my mouth for that matter, I realised.

I took hold of his cock pretty well just as he grasped mine and we both started wanking each other, quietly and steadily bringing each other the stimulation need to reach a climax, but then Peter's hand stopped and I wondered what he was up to. I didn't need to wait for long as I felt him pull on my cock and then without warning, it was absorbed into a wonderfully warm welcoming cavern, a cavern with a slippery sliding tongue that worked its way round and over my penis; a cavern with succulent lips that squeezed and caressed my shaft.

I gasped briefly before realising that here before me was his cock just waiting to be sucked as well.

I leaned forward a little bit and, holding his penis in the right direction, I just opened my mouth and sucked him right in!

Peter let out a gasp of surprise and delight, before returning his mouth to my cock. 

Then all there was for a while, was the gentle slurping sound of lips sucking happily on hardened lengths of penile flesh and of us two breathing somewhat noisily through our noses.....but nothing that good lasts for ever.

Actually, it wasn't going to last forever but it was going to get a whole lot better as we both neared our climaxes.

"Do you want me to carry on?" asked Peter, stopping his sucking for a moment.

"Oh God -- yeah!" I groaned, lifting my own mouth from his penis for a moment before returning to my devotion.

By now we were both starting to get close. Peter now had his hand over my hip and was holding me with this hand over my buttocks, his hand actually partially in the cleft by my arsehole as he pulled my cock into his mouth.

My own free hand was over his hip as well but I was feeling his balls from behind, pulling them down from his cock and rolling them in my hand, a bit like that man had done to me and whatever I was doing, Peter seemed to like it.

Suddenly Peter tensed up and gasped.

"Gonna cum Chris!" he said through gritted teeth, "Gonna fuckin' cum any moment!"

"Yeah Peter -- let me have it -- all of it," I said, totally determined that I was going to take his full load this time. I sank his cock back into my mouth and sucked hard, while wanking his shaft as well and it was too much for Peter.

"Aaaaaah! Oh yeahhhhh! Uuuuugh! Uuuuugh! Oh God, cumming, cumming!" he cried thrusting his penis hard into my mouth. 

Somehow I managed to stop it from pushing down my throat although his knob was wedged right at the back of my mouth as the first several squirts left his cock. I managed to hold him back until I only had the knob and an inch or so in my mouth -- which was just as well, because his sperm just seemed to keep on flowing.

I swallowed a mouthful and another -- deliciously warm and bittersweet and slippery and then my mouth just retained the last small globules of spunk. Gently I pulled my mouth free so I could breathe better -- because I needed to!

I needed air because I was just about to cum -- the excitement of Peter's orgasm had tipped me over the top and I was on a rapid slide to my own eruption.

"Peter -- Pete, alright to cum?" I asked, pumping my cock in and out of his mouth -- and then, without waiting for a reply, my body froze momentarily and my orgasm let rip. I really felt my first pulse of hot spunk travel up my penis and I certainly felt it exit the little slit -- which must have been stretched to the limit! My next three pulses also felt as if I was peeing -- they weren't just little jets; they were full power blasts!

"Ooooh -- yea... yea... yeahhhhhh!" I cried as I began cumming, "Oooooh fuuuuuck -- yeahhhhh!"

Peter coughed gently as my eruption took him by surprise, but in moments I could feel his mouth sucking at my cock to extract as much of my cum as he could. 

I was filling his mouth -- the excitement of the day had kept me loaded and tonight, at last, I could release the tension.

And as I filled his mouth I realised that his hand was right on my bum and that his fingertips were either on or just inside my arsehole! For a second I wanted to rebel -- to scream in horror or something -- and then I relaxed as I considered just how intimate we'd been....and therefore to touch my arsehole wasn't really going much further, was it.

With mutual pats on the back, we disengaged and turned to face one another again -- and without a word, we pulled ourselves close together......and we kissed!

Now I don't actually know which was more of a shock -- having my arsehole played with or having my lips kissed by a man, but I do know that I was trembling as our lips met. We came together almost spontaneously; our lips meeting and locking even before we could think -- then we pulled apart fast. Peter looked at me with smiling eyes, although I think that mine must have been wide open with shock, and then he pulled us together again. And this time we came together willingly and with feeling.

It was weird to kiss someone again -- and a man, of all things! I'd kissed my parents and my aunt and obviously my briefly acquired girlfriend, and with her we'd got pretty hot -- but this was simply scalding hot! I was shaking from head to toe and I think Peter was too. To add to the intensity, there was the taste of our cum, sliding between our mouths as our tongues twisted and turned and interwove. As we lay there kissing, our arms held and pulled each other close and we managed to get our legs interlocked, so that our cocks were rubbing against the other's body.

And you know what happens when you rub a cock? Yep -- they were both hard again, already!

After an unconscious length of time, we parted our lips and moved our upper bodies a little way apart, both breathing heavily. Our lower halves remained woven together, our cock rubbing gently on our abdomens.

"That was intense," I said in wonderment, "Not complaining -- I liked that. Really different from kissing a girl though."

"Why?" asked Peter, licking his lips, "Same action, same position and no reason why your lips or mine are any different."

"It's not that -- it's what else happens! What gets to me is that as I kiss you I can feel my cock hardening and pressing against you....and I can feel your cock doing the same.....that's what's different," I said, "and it makes our kissing almost like a sex act."

"Better do it some more then!" laughed Peter, throwing himself on top of me. 

I grabbed him as he fell on me and held him tight to me. We kissed again, quickly and excitedly, because now our two cocks were rubbing together and the site of our feelings had moved from our lips to our groins.

I rolled him off me and managed to reverse the situation and now it was me who was pressing down from above. We were sort of wrestling for position, but at the same time we were both revelling in the exciting feeling of having our two bodies so close together -- so intimately entwined.

Eventually I lifted my body up on extended arms and feet and looked down between us and there, where our bodies met, our two stiff penises crossed, each having left a small wet patch on the abdomen of the other person. Some viscous threads wove a sticky net between us. I jiggled around, making our cocks slide together when suddenly a bit of unintentional movement made my cock slip past Peter's and slide down over his balls.

"Mmmmm, nice!" said Peter, lifting his hips up at me and causing my cock to slide further down past his balls, "Mmmmmm, that feels good!"

With my cock out of the way I was able to drop my body completely down on Peter's, and I could now feel his hard erection grind against my belly. In turn, my cock was rubbing along his perineum, between his balls and his arse and, remembering how strange yet nice it had felt when he used his fingers on me, I thought I'd return the compliment by giving his arsehole a touch or two, but this time, with my cock.

I adjusted my position and also reached down to hold and to better direct my cock as I pushed it against his body. Peter was writhing beneath me, loving it all and was now tipping his hips up to facilitate access to his rear end.

Then I could feel the pucker of his arsehole, the crinkled, pulled together flesh against my knob. It flexed as I touched it, seeming to stretch open against my cock. I pushed against his hole a bit harder, feeling the puckered flesh give way a little as I did so.

I looked up at Peter -- his eyes were closed and his mouth was smiling.

"Is that nice," I asked, "Do you want me to keep doing that?"

"Ooooh yesssss -- that's lovely Chris, I like that," he groaned, "I've always liked my arsehole played with."

"You like to play with your arsehole?" I repeated, not having considered such an idea before; "Is that why you touched my hole?"

"Yeahhhh," moaned Peter dreamily as I continued to rub my knob around and into his hole, "It feels great -- sort of secret, you know. And if I put my finger inside me I can make myself cum more quickly. One day I think I want to have you inside me."

"What? You want me to put my finger in you, like you did?" I asked, somewhat disgusted really and certainly not thinking of us doing anything more than wanking and sucking.

"No Chris -- your cock!" said Peter to my amazement, "I want your cock inside me. I think I want you to fuck me."

Now while the internet is full of fucking of all kinds, back in the 1960s in England there was no such fountain of smut, porn and learning. 

Magazines, such as there were, were usually in black and white, with 'naughty bits' airbrushed out and they weren't readily available to anyone under twenty-one, I remember. They certainly weren't on display in shops! Purloined copies of (usually) American or German magazines did circulate -- but usually at a price. Sex had yet to be liberated!

And so we explored as if blindfolded, feeling our way into our sex and working mainly from information reluctantly passed down by one's elders. If you were in the right group, there was bound to be a loudmouth who'd be happy to tell all and sundry about what he'd done and how he'd done it.....but I knew no-one like that.

So Peter and I had only my limited experience, and a modicum of 'birds and bees' knowledge -- the rest we had to discover for ourselves and therefore, at that time, things like gay sex and anal fucking were really unknown to me. 

So Peter's proposal had shocked me deeply and I hardly knew what to do next.

Sex, as in wanking and sucking with another man was bad enough but doing something as unnatural as playing with someone's arsehole was taking things too far! 

A month or two ago I'd been a virgin; a week or so ago I'd been a one-girl guy -- then I'd had sex with a strange man and now, here I was, lying naked in bed with another man! Things were happening too fast.....but we were in a compromising position and truthfully, it was great!

My cock was pressing lightly on his hole, Peter was responding and I wasn't complaining....but I wasn't ready. I moved back so that I was lying on top of Peter.

"Peter," I said, talking into his face, "I'm new to all this and I don't know how far I want to go. I'm amazed that I'm here with you and it hasn't sunk in yet. You see, I'm not gay, I loved my girlfriend...errrrrm Brenda....but now I'm here having sex with you. What's happened?"

"See," said Peter laughing gently, "You've almost forgotten your girlfriend's name already! And as for having sex with me -- you're obviously bisexual -- you like men as well as girls....so make the most of it!"

"How?" I asked, lost for ideas, because apart from some vigorous fucking in a few basic hetero positions and lots of wanking, my knowledge was almost zero.

Peter, on the other hand, was a bit more worldly than me, it seemed.

"Look Chris, I've got some mags, they're really hot, as in 'wow!' and you can have a look at them, if you like. They're gay mags and they show everything and I mean everything!"

"You what!" I exclaimed, "Really -- can I see them, please!"

"Yeah, 'course you can, mate," he said, waving his hand, "They're in the locker by the bed."

I reached over and opened the drawer and there they were! 

Even just the first one blew my mind as I opened it!

Lurid photographs of hunky men, often in leather, but always with huge oiled cocks!

Page after page of sex -- oozing from the pages -- starting with kissing and fondling; progressing through the magazine to sucking and mutual sucking....and then to anal sex!

I flicked the pages over slowly, my mouth agape at the sight of all this eroticism -- all this unknown world of men having sex with men.

Finally, on the last few pages were the cum shots -- buckets of cum pouring from hugely erect cocks into waiting mouths and stretched arseholes.....I was speechless.

But although my head was spinning, my lower brain was wide awake and raring to go! Yes -- he was throbbingly hard, dribbling and quivering with excitement!

Paul had been laying on his side as I scanned through the magazine -- the first of a pile -- gently caressing his erection as I took in the almost alien scenes.

I looked over to him in wonderment.

"Does this really happen?" I asked, incredulously, my eyes having trouble leaving the page.

"Of course it does, all though not all men are as big as they are. They're porn models -- we're normal humans," he said, smiling at me, "Not that what you and I have are anything to be ashamed of! Come here and forget them."

Rather reluctantly I pushed the magazines away and then, less reluctantly, Peter and I enfolded our arms and pulled our bodies together. For a while we just held on, revelling in the feeling of another person's hot flesh, but soon our two erections began to demand attention.

"Let's do a 69 again," said Peter, moving and reversing his position on the bed, "Think you could cum again?"

"Bloody right!" I said as I settled myself with his penis just in front of my face, "No problem!"

"Hang on," said Peter and before I knew it he'd climbed on top of me and was now straddling my face. His erection now pointed down at me and I automatically jerked as I felt his lips touch my own cock.

"Oooh, fuuuu...." I cried, sucking my breath in quickly as his mouth sucked my erect penis into it, "Oh my God -- Oh that's gooood."