Date: Mon, 21 Nov 2016 13:30:17 -0500
From: 9427 <9427@protonmail.com>
Subject: First Time and No More (Gay Male College)

FIRST TIME AND NO MORE

     I was in my first year at college and because I applied
late had to find and live in my own apartment off campus.
The school dorms had long since been filled up.  I ended up
living on an off campus one bedroom place within a five
block walk of the school.  I did get a small meal plan and
would normally eat lunch or dinner up at one of the many
cafeterias on campus.
     	My first semester I took a general class on
Geography with about 50 other students.  The first day I
noticed a guy with curly dark hair sitting near the back.  He
also seemed to not know anybody on campus since he was
always alone.  One day after class I noticed him sitting by
himself at the school cafeteria. I walked up to him with my
tray of food and said "I think we are in the same Geography
class, mind if I eat with your?"  I learned his name was Art
and he had transferred into the school from out of state and
also lived off campus and did not know anybody at the
school.  His apartment it turned out I would pass on my way
to my own.
     We eventually became good friends.  He did not seem
to have a girlfriend and neither did I.  I started to get this
feeling about him.  I begin to masturbate and think about
him. This was something I had never done before.  He did
not seem to have any interest in me sexually.  Of course, it
appeared I had no interest in him sexually.
     One weekend he invited me to his parent's home for a
party with his high school friends.  His parents were out of town
for the weekend.  I was the only one that was going to spend
the night at his house after the party.  His other friends all lived
in the immediate area.  After the party Art and I cleaned up the
house and when it was time for bed he showed me to the
bedroom I was going to use.  The bedrooms all had individual
electric heat and he had forgotten to turn on the heat in that
bedroom.  It was freezing in that bedroom. I said maybe I could
shack up in your room on the floor.  He said don't be silly, I
have a queen size bed; you can sleep on top over there.  He
was already under the covers.  He then said; a warning I sleep
in the nude.  I laughed and shut off the light and said, so do I.
I then walked around the bed to the other side and striped
down and climbed under the covers. While pulling on the
covers, I playfully pulled the sheets off of Art. He laughed and
pulled them back and off of me.  I laughed and said if you're
going to be that way then I am moving into the center. Art then
said in a more serious voice that is fine, it's cold anyway he
said. I scooted over and was on my stomach and he was on his
back. I placed myself so close that we were now touching each
other.  I was getting a so horny and my penis was now hard
under me.  I then rolled onto my side to face Art and bunched
up the pillow, my penis mistakenly touched Art's side as I
moved.  He moved his hand and the back of his hand rubbed
my hard penis. I could not take it anymore. I pecked his check
with a light kiss.  His hand moved and lightly touched my penis.
I then moved my right hand onto his stomach and followed the
line of hair down to his penis and gave it a light grab.  He
moaned. I rolled on top of Art and kissed him on the lips and he
opened his month to accept my tongue. My right leg was over
him and our penises, both hard, were touching each other.  We
made out for a few minutes and I moved my hand down to
grab and squeeze his penis.  I then slid off of Art and moved
down kissing his neck, nipples, and stomach and eventually I
took his penis into my mouth.  This was the first time I ever
sucked a cock.  I wasn't sure what to do, except to let nature
take its course.  I sucked his head and played with his balls.  He
made some quiet moaning noises and then said out loud, `I am
going to cum'.  I then took his whole 5 inch penis into my
mouth and tasted his cum and swallowed. When he was done
cuming I was still hard and horny. I pulled off and moved up to
the pillows and we lay side by side.  Art did not say anything;
he reached over with his left hand and was rubbing my chest
and working his hand down my stomach to my penis, which
was still hard as a 19 year can be. When we started, I side
please do it. He lightly wrapped his fingers around it and stoked
it.  I said to Art that feels so good, you should try your mouth
like I did.  He laughed and kissed my check and moved his head
down my body kissing like I did to my waiting penis. He licked
the head lightly and careful mouthed the head of my penis.  I
moaned in delight. Art then took my penis into his mouth and
sucked on it. He worked it like I did him, moving his fingers to
also jack the base as he sucked the top.  I came in no time at
all, with Art taking my cum in his mouth.  When my penis
became limp Art moved up and we lay side by side again
holding each other. I said that was my first time and he said his
also.  I told him, I have a confession, I was hoping this would
happen tonight.  He laughed and said he is glad it did also.  We
laid there in his boyhood bed and drifted off to sleep holding
each other.
     The next morning when we awoke I said, let's take a
shower together.  Art laughed and I rolled out of bed and pulled
the covers off of Art.  Art was laying there on his back with his
hard penis against his stomach.  I think I knew what he needed.
I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him out of bed and led
him to the bathroom.  Both of us hard and ready for more.  I
turned on the water and directed Art into the shower.  I moved
in behind him and hugged him under the water.  I soaped Art
and he did the same to me.  In the shower, I asked him if he
would like to take me from behind.  He laughed and said, it's a
new day let's try something new.  I said not here, let's do it in
your bed.
     I shut off the water and asked Art if he had anything that
can act as a lube.  He looked into the bathroom cabinet and
found a small jar of Vaseline.  I said that would work perfect.
We dried off and then walked down the hall to his bedroom.
The sun was shinning into his room and he looked like a curly
haired angel. I had a boner and so did Art.  I wasn't worried
about using a condom and I don't think Art even had one in the
house anyway.  Both of us were virgins.  I took a gob of the
Vaseline and rubbed my asshole in and out.  Art was working
his hard penis with the Vaseline.  I said to him, I think I am
ready, be slow.  I sat down on the foot of his bed and then
rolled back so that my legs were now in the air; I grabbed
behind my knees and spread my ass checks.  I said to Art, try
now.  He held his boner and walked into place.  He pressed the
tip of his penis to my hole and said, `you ready?' I smiled and
said now or never. I pushed out like I was trying to go the
bathroom. At the same time Art pushed into me and all of a
sudden it slipped into my ass.  I watched his eyes open and he
said `oh that feels good'.  He held it steady and asked how I
felt, I said tight, like a have a big turd in there. I said go easy
on me. Art moved his hips in and out slowly. I said its good,
keep going. He then fucked by ass like a he knew what he was
doing. Slowly at first and then faster until he said `I coming', I
said `fill it up'.  Art came in me and then pulled out and
collapsed on top of me.  I kissed him and said what about me?
He laughed and said I guess so.
     I then said roll over and he then laid back on the bed with
his legs resting on the bedroom floor. I said move your legs up
like I did. I wiped off his limp penis with a towel and grabbed
the Vaseline and proceeded to lube his hole, in and out with my
fingers.  I was hard and lubed my own cock with the Vaseline.
His ass was perfect, small like myself. I actually wanted to kiss
it, I did not. When I was done lubing Art's hole I placed the
head of my penis and said you ready.  He nodded looking
nervous.  I said, like an expert, `push out like you're trying to
poop'.  You ready?  He again nodded. I then pushed into Art
and it slide directly in.  It was so tight and warm. I heard him
make a noise and I said `you alright?', he said `yes, just tight'.  I
said `it will loosen up, you ready?' `Yes, go slow please'.  I
started to fuck Art for the first time, in and out, in and out. It
did not take very long for me to cum, I said `I am about to
cum', he side the same thing I said, `fill it up' laughing
nervously. I did as I was told. When I was done, I said `hold
still; I want to just keep it there until it pops out by itself'.  I
held it there until my penis subsided and pulled out of this ass.
     At this point we both needed another shower.
     Art and I would occasional play around sexually during
college, not as much as I wanted.  He was Jewish and I think he
felt guiltier about us having sex then I did. I never had a desire
to have sex with another guy, only Art.
     I went onto Grad School out of state and Art went to
work after college, by that point we long ago stopped having
sex. I met my eventually wife at school and Art came to my
wedding.  At the wedding he told me that he had a blind
date the next day with a nice Jewish girl set up by his family.
He eventually married that same nice girl.  Two years later,
my wife and I went to his wedding.    I had children and so
did Art.  We remained more acquaintances than friends for
the next decade or so.

     I was driving home from work through the park one day
and saw Art running along the road.  I stopped and we
exchanged pleasantries and agreed to get together to do
some biking.  We started to meet and go riding together at
the park.  I again started to get thoughts to have sex with
Art.  Fridays he would be home early from work and we
started to meet at his house around 2 pm on Friday
afternoon.  Both his kids had gone off to college and his wife
would not be home from work until after 5.  I would come
from work and would need to change into my biking
clothing.  The first time I did that at his house, I made a
point to just change in front of Art.  I wanted to be naked
and see his reaction.  That first time he appeared to do a
quick glance towards me as I changed in this living room.
This went on for about a year. I was hoping he would also
change, but he either was already dressed or would go up
stairs to change.  One day he was already dressed in long
paints and I said, it starting to get pretty warm out, you
might want to wear shorts.  He turned away from me and
pulled some shorts out of the clothing dryer.  He dropped his
long paints and reached down with his ass facing me and
pulled on his shorts.  I was able to see his nice ass and his
balls as they hung between his legs. He looked as good as he
did in college.

     One afternoon I was changing in his basement.  He was
walking down the stairs but stopped and waited while I was
changing.  I could not see his head since it was blocked by
the upper stairs, but I knew he could see me from about my
chest on down just like I could see him from the chest down.
I think he was checking me out, but doing it so that I did not
see him looking at me.  I started to bone up and while
getting dressed I took a couple of pulls on my cock and he
then let out an audible gasp. I then pulled up the shorts and
he then walked down the stairs.  He started talking about us
going camping. I took this as a sign that he wanted to have
sex again, like we had 25 years earlier.

     It took about a month or so to find a mutually
agreeable date.  I was ready; I had carefully trimmed myself
and packed the purple pill.  I was convinced that he wanted
it as much as I wanted it.  I could never verbally ask him for
sex.  I decided I would write him a note and give it to him
when we were at the camp site.  The camp site was about a
6 mile hike in and was an Adirondack style 3 sided building
with a fireplace on the open side.  I had purposes picked the
most remote site.  I was ready.
     When we arrived at the camp we unpacked and I said I
was going to go get the firewood.  I then took out the note I
had written and handed it to Art and said, `here read this'.
Before he said anything, I turned and walked down the hill to
get the firewood, never looking back.

Art,
Writing this is the only way I can tell you, I
would never have the courage to speak this to
you. I have been friends with you for a very long
time. From the first time a saw you in geography
class, I found you very interesting and attractive
[loved your curly hair].   Now many years have
passed since college. You are happily married and
I am happily married. I have no interest in
changing that and I am sure you don't either;
this would need to be our private secret.
Now, maybe it's my middle age coming on?  But
I've come to terms with many things I am now
ready to ask you to help me do something.  I
want to keep it between just the two of us, our
personal secret. I am attracted to you.  I want to
finally tell you and this letter is the only way I
know...... and I'm also prepared to hear that you
don't like me in the same sexual way...... I just
want to be honest with you... but I don't want
to lose my current friendship with you.  You are
the only guy I have even thought about doing
this with, let alone actually doing it with back in
college.  Now Art, can you we try again what we
did in college? At your option, this can be a one-
time tonight only, deal (but only if you wish)-----
--let me give you a blowjob--again please our
secret forever.  Also, your call, no counter from
you is necessary, but I am mutually ready if you
are? I can be your friend with benefits or we can
be friends with benefits.
So, when I get back just let me know if you want
to tonight?
Whatever we do our secret forever; let's keep it
discreet and private evermore.
Art, if I have misunderstood anything between
us, I am sorry (I hope you are not mad at me).
If you are not good with this, I understand; I
would still want to be just friends like before.
We can pretend I did not give you this letter and
go back to yesterday.  Thank you for reading
this.
Your friend always

     I walked back with the firewood, with a knot in my
stomach, I did not see Art and dumped the firewood quickly and
turned back down the hill for a second load.  I came back to the
shelter and this time I saw Art coming out of the shelter with a
kind of blank look on his face.  I was struggling with the
firewood and he reached over to help me.  We dumped it by the
shelter and I went into the shelter and found the note lying
there just as I had left it for him.  I thought maybe he did not
read it. So I asked him if he read it.  It was at that point he said
in a not so pleasant tone "What are you doing?"... "That isn't
right"... "What about your wife?" I just said no I am fine, just
wanted to mess around a little.  Sorry for asking you.
     We had planned on dropping the packs and then hiking 2
more miles up and then turning around.  We did do that; he
was in front of me and not talking.  I was bummed out that Art
took it so bad.  I guess I really misjudged the whole situation.
     Well the rest of the evening was awkward, to say the least.
We eventually seemed to get back to `normal', but not really.  I
wanted to ask him about what we did in college, but at that
point I did not have the courage.
     The next day we hiked out of the woods and stopped at a
bar and had a sandwich before driving home.  On our way home
I tried a bit of small talk and he again told me he could
recommend a counselor to me. I sheepishly said, no it's fine, I
am good.
     I dropped him off at his house.
     I sent him a text the next day asking how he felt after that
long hike.  No response.  I waited about a week and sent him
another text asking if he wanted to go on a bike ride. No
response.  I then waited about a month and called and left a
messaging asking for a call and seeing how he was doing.  No
response.  About 6 months after the hiking trip a sent a text
message: I would still want to be just friends like before.  We
can pretend I did not give you this letter and go back to
yesterday. No response.
     Too bad, I miss Art.