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This is the "prequel" to Summer of 69 in 85. I guess if prequels work for
Star Wars, maybe they'll work here.
I was a sophomore at a preppy medium sized university in NE Ohio. Very
conservative, especially in my era in the 80s where Reagan-Bush reigned
supreme. I had always led an outwardly 100% hetero lifestyle,
but inwardly had always known my bisexual and gay leanings. In such a small
community where gossip ran like wildfire, the notion of hooking up with a
guy and making out or masturbating or even sex was remote,
if not impossible. AIDS was rearing it's ugly head big time then, too, so
it was just not a likelihood, or so I thought.
I had stepped out of the shower (locker room STYLE!) and was at a sink
brushing my teeth when an acquaintance, Mitchell, stepped to the next sink
but was completely nude. As he brushed I could watch in the
mirror his limp but still ample cock jiggled and swayed as he brushed.
Mitchell was definitely effeminate and was gorgeous, but never indicated any
true gay leanings. (If he crossdressed he would have been passable w/ no
problem) I found myself getting turned on but couldn't let on, though my
cock started to rise beneath my towel so I quickly finished up and headed
for my room.
Luckily, my roommate had gone away for the weekend and I locked the door
behind me (or so I thought) and dropped my towel and started stroking myself
thinking of Mitchell's cock. I lay back on the bed and began slowly
caressing my cock. I drifted off into that netherworld that we go to when
beating off and the next thing I knew Mitchell was in front of me. I
hurriedly covered up and was all flustered when he told me to relax - he'd
come back at a better time. Lord knows I was embarrassed, but it couldn't
have been a
better surprise to have him in my room. Apparently, I had pushed the lock
button, but the door hadn't closed entirely. Mitchell had knocked but as I
was in never never land, he came in when the door
opened for him.
"I'm also flying solo this weekend, and thought you might like to do
something," he offered.
"Yeah, like getting dressed", I said sheepishly.
"Why bother," he said.
Mitchell was tall - about 6'3", slender, with a funky blowndry hair cut in a
very 80s wedge style. He had high cheekbones and piercing eyes. He was
wearing a purple unisex mohair crewneck sweater that was very big on his
slender frame, so big it almost had an off the shoulder look. He had on
jean shorts and black penny loafers with purple socks. Very gay. He
pulled me close and kissed me full on the lips. I went weak in the knees
and instinctively pushed back. Mitchell was nice and pulled back too.
"Sorry, he said, "I thought I caught you getting hard when we were in the
john,"
"I was, but I've never done this", I said.
"We'll be careful, and gentle. You'll love it. Trust me. We're you jerking
to me?"
"Yes." I responded.
"Can I finish you off, at least?"
"Yes - let me lock the door first," I made my way nude and made sure it was
completely locked this time. I turned around and Mitchell had slipped off
his shorts and his sweater looked like a short dress on him - that and a big
semi-erect cock and purple socks made him look so HOT. I walked over and he
pushed me on my bed (which was built on top of a medium height set of
drawers to conserve space) and lay on top with his fuzzy mohair sweater
caressing my straining my cock. He rolled off a bit and began masturbating
me. I was close to cumming and Mitchell swung my torso so my legs dangled
off the bed. He then got between my spread legs and jerked my cock and
played with my balls. I wanted it to last and I held on for as long as I
could.
Soon Mitchell was working fingers in my ass and instantly I was shooting
spurts of hot cum what seemed like 6 feet in the air. They covered
Mitchell's face as he tried to catch them in his mouth. He stroked me and
squeezed real hard so my last few shots and driblets were very intense. He
then licked my cock and pubic hair clean of my cum and then we french kissed
passing and smearing my cum all over
each other's faces.
I quickly wanted to return the favor but Mitchell said to suck him, but only
for a few minutes. This was my first ever blowjob to a guy and I loved
every minute. I had him rock hard in no time and he pulled me off and said
he wanted to fuck me. I was scared shitless, but was not ready to give any
signs I couldn't handle it. He rimmed me while I kept his cock hard. We had
no K-Y jelly so Mitchell worked saliva coated fingers in me and lightly
rimmed my hole with his wet tongue while I kept his cock extra wet.
Mitchell had grown warm and tossed his sweater on the bed so I could get a
look at this awesome hairy chest. We played with each other and then he
put my ass high in the air and told me to stay doggie style and relax as
best I could. I positioned myself on the bed as I had seen in many gay porn
videos and couldn't believe I was about to lose my gay virginity. Mark
poked his cock head around and with every poke at my drum tight rectum, my
cock strained to attention.
Soon Mitchell gave me the fat head and it cleared my sweaty, licked rectum
with relative ease. Effeminate Mitchell then became very domineering as he
grabbed my hips and thrust his cock in almost the full length. I thought I
would be bleeding all over the place, but was relieved I wasn't. He got
into a rhythm and I tried to keep him there. He adjusted a few times and
then decided it was best for him to stand on the floor and have my ass at
mattress level and my feet on the floor too, bent over the bed. In that
position his cock went in and out at lightening speed. When I moved to
accommodate that position, my hard cock was on top of Mitchell's sweater and
so as Mitchell fucked me, my cock slid on the mohair of his sweater and I
was now fucking his sweater as his big cock threatened to rip me open. I
loved it. Soon Mitchell was slamming into me and I was fucking the sweater
in a frenzy. The mohair was strangely erotic on the sensitive glans area of
my cock. Mitchell grunted a muffled scream (dorm, remember) as a huge load
of cum shot like a laser at the top of my anal chamber, then trickled out
and onto my legs as his hard on subsided, all the while I shot a huge load
all over Mitchell's sweater.
I apologized but Mitchell wasn't bothered. He simply picked up the sweater
with it's puddle of cum and smothered my face in it and soon I had hot cum
in my mouth, in my nose - all over. We french kissed
and cuddled the rest of Friday afternoon and when all the rest of the guys
had headed out in search of pussy, Mitchell and I enjoyed a hot soapy
shower, ordered take out and ate in the nude in his room and watched from
his collection of gay porn. Lots more oral, anal, and mutual masturbation
filled our weekend and
the months to come. We kept our trists a secret for the rest of the
semester until we were caught in an ill-timed 69 during a Summer session.
Star Wars, maybe they'll work here.
I was a sophomore at a preppy medium sized university in NE Ohio. Very
conservative, especially in my era in the 80s where Reagan-Bush reigned
supreme. I had always led an outwardly 100% hetero lifestyle,
but inwardly had always known my bisexual and gay leanings. In such a small
community where gossip ran like wildfire, the notion of hooking up with a
guy and making out or masturbating or even sex was remote,
if not impossible. AIDS was rearing it's ugly head big time then, too, so
it was just not a likelihood, or so I thought.
I had stepped out of the shower (locker room STYLE!) and was at a sink
brushing my teeth when an acquaintance, Mitchell, stepped to the next sink
but was completely nude. As he brushed I could watch in the
mirror his limp but still ample cock jiggled and swayed as he brushed.
Mitchell was definitely effeminate and was gorgeous, but never indicated any
true gay leanings. (If he crossdressed he would have been passable w/ no
problem) I found myself getting turned on but couldn't let on, though my
cock started to rise beneath my towel so I quickly finished up and headed
for my room.
Luckily, my roommate had gone away for the weekend and I locked the door
behind me (or so I thought) and dropped my towel and started stroking myself
thinking of Mitchell's cock. I lay back on the bed and began slowly
caressing my cock. I drifted off into that netherworld that we go to when
beating off and the next thing I knew Mitchell was in front of me. I
hurriedly covered up and was all flustered when he told me to relax - he'd
come back at a better time. Lord knows I was embarrassed, but it couldn't
have been a
better surprise to have him in my room. Apparently, I had pushed the lock
button, but the door hadn't closed entirely. Mitchell had knocked but as I
was in never never land, he came in when the door
opened for him.
"I'm also flying solo this weekend, and thought you might like to do
something," he offered.
"Yeah, like getting dressed", I said sheepishly.
"Why bother," he said.
Mitchell was tall - about 6'3", slender, with a funky blowndry hair cut in a
very 80s wedge style. He had high cheekbones and piercing eyes. He was
wearing a purple unisex mohair crewneck sweater that was very big on his
slender frame, so big it almost had an off the shoulder look. He had on
jean shorts and black penny loafers with purple socks. Very gay. He
pulled me close and kissed me full on the lips. I went weak in the knees
and instinctively pushed back. Mitchell was nice and pulled back too.
"Sorry, he said, "I thought I caught you getting hard when we were in the
john,"
"I was, but I've never done this", I said.
"We'll be careful, and gentle. You'll love it. Trust me. We're you jerking
to me?"
"Yes." I responded.
"Can I finish you off, at least?"
"Yes - let me lock the door first," I made my way nude and made sure it was
completely locked this time. I turned around and Mitchell had slipped off
his shorts and his sweater looked like a short dress on him - that and a big
semi-erect cock and purple socks made him look so HOT. I walked over and he
pushed me on my bed (which was built on top of a medium height set of
drawers to conserve space) and lay on top with his fuzzy mohair sweater
caressing my straining my cock. He rolled off a bit and began masturbating
me. I was close to cumming and Mitchell swung my torso so my legs dangled
off the bed. He then got between my spread legs and jerked my cock and
played with my balls. I wanted it to last and I held on for as long as I
could.
Soon Mitchell was working fingers in my ass and instantly I was shooting
spurts of hot cum what seemed like 6 feet in the air. They covered
Mitchell's face as he tried to catch them in his mouth. He stroked me and
squeezed real hard so my last few shots and driblets were very intense. He
then licked my cock and pubic hair clean of my cum and then we french kissed
passing and smearing my cum all over
each other's faces.
I quickly wanted to return the favor but Mitchell said to suck him, but only
for a few minutes. This was my first ever blowjob to a guy and I loved
every minute. I had him rock hard in no time and he pulled me off and said
he wanted to fuck me. I was scared shitless, but was not ready to give any
signs I couldn't handle it. He rimmed me while I kept his cock hard. We had
no K-Y jelly so Mitchell worked saliva coated fingers in me and lightly
rimmed my hole with his wet tongue while I kept his cock extra wet.
Mitchell had grown warm and tossed his sweater on the bed so I could get a
look at this awesome hairy chest. We played with each other and then he
put my ass high in the air and told me to stay doggie style and relax as
best I could. I positioned myself on the bed as I had seen in many gay porn
videos and couldn't believe I was about to lose my gay virginity. Mark
poked his cock head around and with every poke at my drum tight rectum, my
cock strained to attention.
Soon Mitchell gave me the fat head and it cleared my sweaty, licked rectum
with relative ease. Effeminate Mitchell then became very domineering as he
grabbed my hips and thrust his cock in almost the full length. I thought I
would be bleeding all over the place, but was relieved I wasn't. He got
into a rhythm and I tried to keep him there. He adjusted a few times and
then decided it was best for him to stand on the floor and have my ass at
mattress level and my feet on the floor too, bent over the bed. In that
position his cock went in and out at lightening speed. When I moved to
accommodate that position, my hard cock was on top of Mitchell's sweater and
so as Mitchell fucked me, my cock slid on the mohair of his sweater and I
was now fucking his sweater as his big cock threatened to rip me open. I
loved it. Soon Mitchell was slamming into me and I was fucking the sweater
in a frenzy. The mohair was strangely erotic on the sensitive glans area of
my cock. Mitchell grunted a muffled scream (dorm, remember) as a huge load
of cum shot like a laser at the top of my anal chamber, then trickled out
and onto my legs as his hard on subsided, all the while I shot a huge load
all over Mitchell's sweater.
I apologized but Mitchell wasn't bothered. He simply picked up the sweater
with it's puddle of cum and smothered my face in it and soon I had hot cum
in my mouth, in my nose - all over. We french kissed
and cuddled the rest of Friday afternoon and when all the rest of the guys
had headed out in search of pussy, Mitchell and I enjoyed a hot soapy
shower, ordered take out and ate in the nude in his room and watched from
his collection of gay porn. Lots more oral, anal, and mutual masturbation
filled our weekend and
the months to come. We kept our trists a secret for the rest of the
semester until we were caught in an ill-timed 69 during a Summer session.
