Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2005 01:24:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeffrey Uher <chefjlu@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: College will be fun, Part 3

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read
materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story
contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. And is for
adult eyes only! The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or
lust for one another. This story is completely true, all descriptions, and
names have been changed to protect people's identities and privacy.  I
would love to hear from you, so write me about your experiences.



To give a bit of background, I realized I was gay at a
fairly early age (10 - 11 yrs old) the age at which I went
into puberty. I'm a 5' 9", teddy bear, dark blonde hair,
fairly hairy, 6" cut, low-hangers with blue-gray eyes, and
mid-forties now. I have many stories to relate about my
early years of sexual experimentation but this story relates
to my years at college.

Well Sunday rolled around and my brother was playing some
intramural basketball between the frats. I was watching the
action when Jay suddenly appeared next to me and sat down.
He had a dazzling smile and I felt a flush feeling overtake
my body. He laughed lightly and said I looked cute when I
blushed. He mentioned he had missed me on Saturday night at
the parties and asked if I was enjoying my stay. I said I
was having a great time and that I was leaning very heavily
at coming to college here, but still had a couple of
campuses to visit. He said he had spoken to my brother about
my coming to school here, but that my brother mentioned I
was very independent and he had little sway with me. Very
true I replied. Well after about a half hour he asked me to
join him for some lunch with some of the basketball players.
I let my brother know where I was headed and off we went.

Well it turned out that Jay's family lived in town and his
father was a lawyer. We headed to his family's house for a
while where I met his younger brother and sister as well as
his parents. Then we headed to a local pizza restaurant and
met up with five other basketball players. I knew the names
from college programs and hearing my brother speak of them
and was pleased to meet them in person. There was Tom, a
forward on the team about 6' 3", nice build and truly the
clown of the group, always ready with a joke or comeback he
was a sophomore. Then Jeff, another sophomore who was 6' 4"
or so, very broad shouldered and I noticed a nice hairy
chest inside a loose fitting shirt, he was a bit quiet and
reserved. Then Joe who played guard, 6' 1" or so, very
Italian looking with a strong accent of NJ or NY, he was a
junior like Jay and very much "Mr. Personality". Then I was
introduced to Brian, a sophomore guard only about 6' and
built like a runner, he had white blond hair and deep blue
eyes. Everyone mentioned he was the fastest guy on the team.
Lastly they introduced Tom who was 6' 8" and towered over
everyone when he stood up. He was a senior, played center of
course and seemed a bit aloof which Jay told me later would
disappear once you know him a while. He really was a very
nice guy, just a bit of a loner.

We spent over two hours at the pizzeria with a lot of the
conversation directed at me and why I should come to college
here. It was a major recruiting effort by everyone about the
pros and cons of the school and the fun they all found at
the school. Tom was really interesting as he explained he
had transferred in after his freshman year at OSU. He found
the size of the college the best asset, even if by 10am the
next day everyone pretty much knew what you did last night.
The campus was like a big family and everyone pretty much
looked out for each other and was great support during the
tough times, and yes everyone has tough times at college.
When we broke up and left, the guys wished me well and hoped
to see me again before I left.

We got back to campus and I mentioned I should check in with
my brother who was actually headed to dinner with some
friends. I could join them or I could grab his campus card
and eat at the cafeteria, I elected the latter as Jay
mentioned he would join me. Back in Jay's room I thanked him
for the day and kissed him on the cheek when he wrapped his
arms around me in a full kiss and suggested a quick romp
before dinner. Who was I to refuse, I felt so comfortable in
his arms.

We stripped and fell on the bed with me nuzzling his left
breast, inhaling the day's worth of sweat and musk. We
locked in a kiss and our tongues dueled for time in
exploring each other's mouth. He was rubbing my ass cheeks,
running a finger up and down my sweaty ass crack. At a point
he zeroed in on my asshole and just played his fingertip on
the outside not quite penetrating it and sending shivers up
my spine. I was chewing lightly on his right tit and running
my left hand through his hair. I pulled away from him and
placing both hands on his shoulders I continued my
ministrations to his chest, moving to his left tit and down
the center of his stomach kissing and licking as I moved
towards my goal. His cock, which was hard and pointed at his
chin, bobbing with his every movement. When I put just the
head into my mouth and sucked lightly I could the moan from
deep within his chest. I began in earnest stroking his cock
and giving his cock the finest blowjob I knew how to give.
My left hand lightly played with his balls and I scratched
at his perineum rather roughly which caused his to almost
sit upright in ecstatic pain. I felt his glans flaring,
readying to give up a load when I pulled off his cock.

He quickly flipped around in the bed and rolled me onto my
stomach. Before I had a chance to react he grasped my ass
cheeks in both hands and roughly pulled them apart as far as
he could and dove into my ass trench. I felt his wet tongue
make contact with my lightly hairy hole and press hard in an
effort to gain entrance. I buried my face in a pillow to
scream as he penetrated my hole and proceeded to tongue fuck
me for almost five minutes. Then I felt him use his fingers
to pull my hole open to his oral attack for several moments
before moving up my body and asking me if he could fuck me.
I nodded yes a bit reluctantly with my face still in the
pillow. I hadn't been fucked that many times at this time
and was afraid, as he reached for some lube he somehow
sensed my trepidation and whispered to me to tell him if it
hurt and he would pull out.

I felt the head of his cock at my hole and I would be lying
if I said it didn't hurt when head entered me. I didn't cry
out or even break a tear but I did tense up and he didn't
move except to tell me to wait a moment and let the pain of
the initial entry pass. After a few moments he pressed a bit
more into me and the pain was less severe. The next movement
from him I felt his pubic bush against my asscheeks and his
hairy chest against my back. He whispered in my left ear
that he was all the way in and how did it feel. By the time
the pain had eased and the sensation of him in me was almost
numbing. He began a slow in and out, maybe only two inches
of cock moving each time and the sensation became warming.
This went on for several minutes before he pulled out
completely and prodded me to roll over onto my back. Once in
position lifted my legs in a vee position and told me to
place a pillow under my ass.

This opened my ass to him again and he placed the head of
his cock back at my asshole and pressed in, rather quickly
and all the way in at the same time. I didn't feel any pain
and he set up a moderate fucking motion, moving out to his
cock head before pushing back in. I had tears in my eyes and
I saw a look of concern on his face. He stopped fucking me
and leaned down as if to kiss me, but instead licked the
tears from my cheeks and asked with concern in his voice if
he was hurting me? I replied no, the tears were actually of
joy not pain and that he needn't worry. He went back to
fucking me for another minute or two before pulling out and
shooting his load on my cock, balls and pubic hair. He lay
down on top of me and began to cry very lightly. I asked him
what was wrong and he said the tears were like mine, but
also because he knew he was falling in love with me and was
afraid I was going away. I too expressed feelings of love
and said I had never felt this way before. He looked at me
and with a pure and innocent look to his face told me he
loved me and what ever my decision was we would work it out
together, he didn't want to loose me.

Well we cleaned up and headed to dinner talking about every
aspect of our lives and matching up what we could. As we sat
eating he told me that the trip to his parents was so they
could meet me. His parents knew he was gay and were very
accepting of it. He told me his mother liked me very much,
she had pulled him aside before we left and told him she
could see the look in both of our eyes. All she wanted was
his happiness. The team gang-up as he referred to it at
lunch was the teammates doing. Tim had mentioned meeting me
and as it turns out was always trying to play matchmaker for
him when they could. They all had girlfriends and felt he
was lonely, only a couple of the players had some difficulty
with his being gay, but had become more accepting the longer
they knew him. A couple of the players knew my brother well
and wondered how to handle that interaction, but he told
them to be cool about it.

As we sat eating and talking I learned Jay was advanced in
his maturity much like I was. We found many people our age
immature and childish, and much preferred people older than
us. He had traveled extensively with his parents and an aunt
and uncle while growing up. He knew he was "different" at an
early age and it was his grandmother who he was close to
that told him in confidence when he was 16 that she knew he
wasn't interested in girls and that he had to follow his
heart if he would ever find happiness. Yes we were young and
sex was the easy part, but there was more to all this than
having sex. We went back to his room after dinner and just
lay in each other's arms watching TV with a couple of the
other ball players talking about school and life in general.
I think I knew my decision on a college, but would follow
through with my visits.
Over the next couple of days before I left to head home we
spent more time together and the bond of love became even
stronger. We set up times we would talk on the phone and
exchanged addresses to write to each other. We didn't make a
decision about staying monogamous or celibate; we left that
open to each individual circumstance. The only agreement was
that we would tell each other if we had an encounter and
what it meant.

The airplane flight home was a lonely one. I truly missed
this man and I counted the hours until I called him.
Strangely his mom would write me once in a while to get my
thoughts on things, a birthday present, or a mood Jay might
in. Jay will continue to pop up in stories until I
officially go to college.