Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2000 21:51:37 +0100 (BST)
From: ethan coleman <ethancoleman@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: College Crush

College Crush.

This is mostly factual story, about something that
happened to me recently. I have added some extra parts
that are fictitious, but only to spice things up a
little.

Part One

In the second week of college, I saw him. He was
beautiful, with soft brown hair that fell into his
deep blue eyes. He had a seductive smile that left two
adorable dimples on his tanned cheeks. He was the kind
of guy I dreamt about, he was the kind of guy everyone
dreamt about, basically he was a dreamboat.
I followed him right across campus, my eyes firmly
glued to his perfectly rounded butt. I was unaware of
where he was going, but I couldn't stop following him,
I was totally mesmerised by him. Luckily though he led
me straight to my class, he was my lecturer, wow!
...His name was Malcolm Perry and he was only
twenty-nine.

Let me tell you a bit more about myself. I am an
eighteen-year-old college student. I think I'm bi, but
sometimes I feel maybe I'm 100% gay. I was a virgin
when I started college, I had dated numerous girls,
but I had never slept with any of them, neither had I
slept with a guy.
But I longed to sleep with a guy. I remember when I
arranged to meet up with a guy who I talked to on the
net, but I didn't have the courage to go through with
it.
Anyway when I started college, I heard a few guys talk
about the toilets in the old building and how 'all the
dirty queers went there for a shag'.
At first I brushed the possibility aside, it was a
cheap and dirty way to have sex, I felt I was beyond
that, I would only sleep with someone who I liked.
As the days went by, I became more and more sexually
frustrated, especially after seeing my gorgeous
lecturer everyday. But I remained adamant, until I met
Jennifer she was really beautiful and sexy. We started
dating, and on the third date we had sex, it was great
and it calmed my sexual desire down a bit, but I still
yearned for physical contact with a guy.
As my relationship with Jennifer developed, I must say
I thought less about Professor Perry, he was still
always present in the back of my mind, with his
gorgeous smile. But I started to concentrate more on
my relationship with Jennifer, we were really happy
together, and I thought maybe my bisexuality was just
a phase and that Jennifer was leading back into the
'norm'.
But that didn't last long, we broke up about a month
into the relationship. She claimed that I didn't pay
enough attention to her! Where that came from, I don't
know.

After that I tried to concentrate on my studies, but
my mind kept drifting back to the strong sexual
attraction that I felt towards Professor Perry. Then
one day, unable to take it any more, I went down to
the toilets into the old building.
My heart was beating so fast, I thought that everyone
could hear it, I was so nervous, but I tried my best
to calm myself down.
There were only two other guys there; both were
washing their hands. I walked over to one of the
urinals and pretended to piss, I thought one of the
boys was looking at me through the mirror, but I
couldn't be sure.
I rushed into one of the toilet stalls, locked the
door and sat down on the toilet. I didn't know what to
do next; my heart was beating faster than before. Then
I heard the outside door shut, I waited for a few
moments, and then I heard the door next to me close. I
closed my eyes 'this is it' I thought, but what was I
supposed to do to get his attention?....before I could
do anything, I heard a noise, he was tapping on the
wall between the stalls, I tapped back in exactly the
same way as he did.
Then suddenly I heard the guy get up, he knocked on my
door, and with shaking hands I opened it. The guy
stormed into the stall and pressed me against the
wall; he locked the door behind him. His lips were
pressed tight against mine; he was kissing me
hungrily, his hands pinning me to the wall, his crotch
rubbing against mine.
I moved my hand down to his butt, caressing it
tentatively, as his lips moved from my mouth down to
my neck. He nibbled against my neck, gently running
his tongue over it, while his hands eased the pressure
on my shoulders and slowly found their way to my
chest.
We were both breathing so heavily, the guy was
overtaken with animal lust, his lips kept probing
against my neck, while his crotch gently rubbed
against mine.
Finally he knelt down and began undoing my belt, his
hands fiddled with the buckle and he eventually opened
it, unbuttoning my pants, he slid them down my legs,
followed by my shorts.
He took my cock into his hands and guided it into his
mouth, where he sucked it really slowly, causing me to
moan.
"Shhhhh!" he whispered, as I struggled to contain my
pleasure. I ran my hand through his hair, pulling his
head closer to my cock. He continued to suck it for a
while, but then he took it out of his mouth. It was
dripping with his saliva, I expected him to put it
back in, but he didn't.
Instead he stood up and undid his own belt, he let his
trousers and briefs drop down to his ankles. He turned
around and bent over, parting his legs as much as his
trousers allowed.
"Fuck me" he whispered. But I didn't know how, I had
never done it before. I looked down at my dick; it was
still really hard, 'how on earth can this get into his
hole?' I thought.
"Rub it against my ass, and then stick it in bit by
bit" the guy said, guessing that I didn't know what to
do.
I took my cock in my hand and gently rubbed the head
against his hole, a soft moan escaped his lips as I
wetted his ass. Then holding his thigh with one hand I
used the other to slowly insert my penis into his
rectum.
"Ohh!" I moaned, as quietly as possible. My cock
finally found its way into his arse, as I began to
pump it in and out, crashing my pelvis against his
butt, holding onto his thighs for support.
"That's it" he whispered in between his heavy
breathing " yeah just like that"
I closed my eyes and began pumping faster and faster,
my balls crashed against his butt, while he moaned so
quietly.
Then finally feeling my balls tighten, I realised that
I must be near, and with one final thrust I came
inside the guy.

After that incident in the toilets, I was starting to
feel really guilty. I didn't want my first time to be
with a stranger, in that kind of situation. But I
convinced myself that it was okay, and eventually I
pushed into the back of my mind.

We were well into the term (semester) now, and my
feelings for Professor Perry were getting stronger. He
was a real good guy, always so helpful and friendly,
it added to the many qualities he had.
I spent every spare session attending his lectures,
even though a lot of them had no relevance to my
course. I would sit and watch him, as the rest of his
students took notes.
But one day, I went and did something that was
completely out of my nature. I skipped one of my other
lectures, and followed Professor Perry home. I don't
know why I did that, I guess I just wanted to know
where he lived and whether he was married or had a
girlfriend.
He lived in a run down apartment in the Northside of
town; it couldn't be big enough for a couple. I noted
down the name of the apartment block and headed home.
'He's single' I grinned to myself, maybe he's even
gay. But I realised that that was just wishful
thinking.

The next day was a Saturday, so I got up early and
went over to the Northside. I knocked on his door,
rehearsing my excuse about why I was there.
He opened the door, and looked at me in surprise.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, looking at me
with a totally confused look on his face.
"I was just heading home, when I felt sudden
dizziness" I said sounding genuine "I just wanted a
glass of water that's all"
"Come in" he said, opening the door wider. I followed
him into his apartment and waited for him to bring me
the glass of water.
"How did you know I lived here?" he asked, as he
handed me the water. I took it and started drinking
it, trying to think of an answer as quickly as
possible.
"Umm...my cousin lives a few blocks away, I go there
regularly, and I've seen you get in here, a few times"
I said, hoping that it sounded believable, and
apparently it did, because he seemed to believe it.
"Are you okay now? he asked, with genuine concern
apparent on his face.
I nodded "Umm, do you live here on your own?" I
probed, casually.
"Yes"
"Aren't you married?" I asked "sorry! I'm asking to
many questions"
"Its okay, no, I'm not married and you know why" he
said, sounding a bit angry.
"Do I?" I asked, totally confused.
"Yes, everyone in the college knows"
"Knows what, that you're not married?" I asked, still
unaware of what I should I know.
"Everyone knows that I'm gay".

To be continued....

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