Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2001 16:34:52 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Learning new strokes at University

Please Note
This is a story. None of the characters in the story
exist and the events that take place are purely
imaginary.


WARNING:

Do not read this story if you are in any way offended
by acts of a homosexual nature.

Do not read this if you are under the legal age for
accessing adult sites.

Always indulge in safe sex.

Learning new strokes at University

It was mid-August the waiting was over, I got on my
bicycle and rode the mile to school full of
anticipation about my A-Level results. As I got to the
school entrance I saw a small group had already
started to form around the notice board where the
results were posted. I parked my bike and walked
towards the group; some people were smiling broadly,
others looking slightly less pleased. I pushed through
to the front and nearly fell over with shock: I had
gained 3 A grade passes and a grade B pass in the four
subjects that I had taken. I knew what this meant. I
was escaping from the small village where I lived and
going to University!

"Well done Mark," a voice said from behind me, "given
any more thought to going to Oxford?"

The voice was my History teacher who I liked
enormously and who had inspired me to study and love
History.

"Thanks, sir but no I'm quite happy to go to Bath."

"Pity", said my teacher but he didn't press the point.
He knew that I disliked the school and many of the
rather snobbish people who went there. "I'm sure
you'll do extremely well there."

"Thanks, sir, better go home and tell mum."

I saw a few of my school mates and was pleased that my
results were as good or better than those who had
tormented me for being something of a 'country
bumpkin' with a funny way of speaking.

That had all occurred over a month ago and now I was
on the train to Bath and looking forward to starting
my studies. Being a 'country bumpkin' was not my only
secret. I had known for some time that I was gay and
hoped that escaping the small village I lived in I
would be able to explore that side of my life more
effectively. I was not ready to 'come out' or join in
but at least I would be my own man and living in a
hall of residence. My final 'problem' at school had
been the fact that I was circumcised and of Jewish
descent unlike all the fine upstanding Christian and
uncut gentlemen that attended the school. At
University I'd be with others like me both in terms of
sexuality and religion. I never really thought much
about faith and was more of an agnostic but the rites
and duties of my faith still lingered.

My mum was a widow and we were not well off and had no
car. I had to travel to university by train with my
suitcases and I would have to return to collect my
bicycle. I arrived at Bath and was transported to my
hall of residence by a courtesy bus. Mt first surprise
was that my room in the hall was bigger than my room
at home and had en-suite facilities.

"Ace! My own bathroom and shower!"  I thought before
going out into the corridor to meet my neighbours. The
boy next door to me was as fair as I was dark and
really good looking wearing light blue jeans and a
T-shirt. He smiled at me and spoke in a friendly
voice,

"Hi, I'm Andy, from Birmingham. Where are you from?"

"I'm Mark Newman. I live near Liverpool", I replied.

"Great isn't it? I can't wait to find a willing bird
and shag her to death. It's my first time away from
home. Your's too?"

I nodded agreement being careful not to comment on the
idea of shagging a bird.

"I was going to explore. Want to join me?" Andy added.

I nodded again and followed him as we looked around to
see other groups of students doing much the same
thing.

Fresher's week and registration passed quickly and I
gathered a small group of friends both in hall and
outside. Then it was time for the course to start. I
was disappointed at first as the course covered some
of the ground that I had already studied. However I
got to know a few more people and then one day Andy my
neighbour asked me if I had ever played squash. I told
him I hadn't but being interested in sport I was
prepared to learn. Andy lent me an old squash racquet.
I was saddened that he suggested that we go changed so
I didn't get to see him changing but agreed to play
and we went to the court close to the hall of
residence. I was not very good at first but gradually
improved and by the end of my first term I could hold
my own against Andy. I decided that over the holidays
I would try to acquire a squash racquet of my own.

My sex life during the first term was virtually
non-existent, although the en suite facility made
wanking easy. I fantasised about having sex with
several of the people on my course but being shy and
afraid of exposure and rejection never approached any
of them. I got one glimpse of Andy's cock in the whole
of the ten weeks.

"When you come back after Christmas. You should join a
squash ladder and play other people." Andy suggested.
He explained how the ladder worked and I thought it
was a splendid idea.

I returned to University after the Christmas holidays
complete with a new squash racquet and better
equipment and joined a squash ladder straight away. In
the first two weeks of term I played everyday and my
game improved immensely. I made steady progress up the
ladder and met and played a number of very pleasant
fellow students. The changing rooms at the University
squash courts were large and there were showers there.
I got to see a fair amount of cock when I was playing
against other students but the place was always busy
and opportunities to take matters further were rather
limited.

Life was also better in study terms as I was now
dealing with an area of history I had not studied
before and fully enjoying it. We also had a new
seminar class teacher, much younger than the teacher
from the previous term. He seemed to be a research
student and only a few years older than his students!
He wore tight jeans and he seemed to have a nice
package. I liked looking at it - discretely of course
and so that the others and he wouldn't notice.

In the second week I had to present the topic for
discussion and also had a game of squash immediately
afterwards, yet another game against someone on my
squash ladders. I was late getting back from lunch but
arrived at class just in time and carrying my squash
things. The class went well and as I was packing up
and preparing to rush to the squash courts, the
teacher whose name was Nick came up beside me,

"Good presentation, Mark. Didn't know you played
squash, perhaps we could have a game some day? I'm a
relative novice at the game."

"OK. But I'm not all that good either", I replied. I
was always keen to play new opponents as I thought the
more I played the better I would become.

So, that is how a few days later I was arranging with
Nick to play him the next day. He would come to meet
me at my hall and we would play on the court nearby
which I had booked. A few minutes before the appointed
time there was a knock on the door and Nick stood
there changed and ready to play. I was not ready so I
asked him to wait while I quickly changed into my
squash things. He sat on the bed as I quickly changed
into my jockstrap and shorts and pulled on a tennis
shirt. I was not certain whether he got much of a look
but I made no effort to hide what I had if he did want
an eyeful.

The game was a good one and, although Nick was
stronger at some aspects of the game, we proved evenly
matched. After an exhausting 40 minutes we had to stop
as the next players were waiting. So we returned to my
room hot and sweaty and ever the polite host I offered
Nick the first use of my shower, which he gratefully
accepted. He disappeared into the bathroom but we
continued to chat and I caught glimpses of his body as
he took his sweat-covered shirt off and removed his
shorts and jockstrap. Then I heard the water begin to
flow and decided to get my own washing things
together. As I did so I noticed that Nick had left his
towel in his bag. I thought to myself that I might
still get to see more of him than I dared hope. I had
stripped down to my jockstrap and was gathering my
towel and soap but just then there was a shout from
the bathroom and Nick was asking me to pass him his
towel. I went into the room and Nick was standing with
his back to me as I handed him the towel. However I
couldn't help noticing that Nick had a hard-on. He was
uncut but the head of his cock was virtually uncovered
and the sight of his hard cock made my own cloth
covered prick begin to harden too. Nick noticed that I
was looking at his cock but made little effort to
cover it up. He knew that I was looking at him and he
turned round to face me. As he did so he smiled and
said quietly,

"Is the door locked. If not lock it and then come back
properly undressed! Your dick's going to burst that
jockstrap if you don't do something about it"

I left the bathroom and quickly checked that the door
was locked and when I was certain that it was I
whipped off my jockstrap, allowed my now hard prick
its freedom and walked back into the bathroom. Nick
was out of the shower but still naked standing close
to his unwanted towel on the floor. He smiled at me as
I entered and looked at my hard prick and said,

"Mmm nice dick but a bit sweaty. Why not take a quick
shower and I'll wash your back for you if you like?"

I didn't like to tell Nick that I was a virgin but did
as asked and turned the water on. As the water washed
over me I felt Nick's hands move gently down my back,
his movements sending shivers through my spine. I also
felt his rock hard cock pressing into my thigh. I had
never been so excited! I felt ready to cum and I
hadn't even touched my prick! My cock was bouncing and
throbbing uncontrollably in front of me.

Nick continued to work on me and must have known what
effect he was having on me because he spun me round
and looked at my now wildly throbbing prick, knelt
down and swallowed it in his mouth. I felt a dull but
very pleasurably pain grown in my balls and spread up
through my prick shaft and before I knew what was
happening I was cumming, shooting my spunk straight
into his mouth. Cum in his mouth, cum on his face, my
prick sprayed cum everywhere! Nick was licking it up
furiously as I slumped towards him feeling weak at the
knees from the force of my very sudden and speedy
climax. Nick caught me before I hit the floor and
helped me back into the bedroom and onto the bed.

"First time?", Nick whispered to me and I nodded and
he smiled and added, "thought so. We'll soon get you
under better control"

I was feeling better now and my rush had passed. As I
looked down I noticed that Nick's cock was still rock
hard. In the excitement of my climax I had not
realised that he had not yet cum. I leaned closer and
took hold of Nick's cock and started to slowly wank
him off. Nick's cockhead was well slicked with greasy
pre-cum and I found it easy to work the foreskin back
up and down over his pink glans. Nick moaned
encouragement as I began to work my hand faster up and
down his length.

"Play with my balls, Mark", he groaned. I did as he
asked using one hand to gently fondle his balls and
the other to pump his cock. After a few moments I
noticed Nick's breathing began to change and realised
that he was about to cum. Nick's body tensed and
seconds later hot shots of cum flew out of the end of
his dick and landed on his body and my hand.

Nick took my hand and dipped it into the creamy jizz
on his body and helped me swirl it round. When he had
come down from his high, he whispered to me,

"Ever tasted cum before?" I shook my head and head and
he went on, "want to try?"

Tentatively I moved a finger from his stomach to my
lips and licked a bit of his cum into my mouth. It
didn't taste too bad so I took some more, encouraged
by Nick's comments,

"That's it Mark. Eat my cum. Next time we play
'squash' you'll be able to try to suck me off while I
do you. First times are always the worst. Next time
you'll last longer and get to learn to suck cock. By
the end of term you'll be a fully paid up member of my
sexy boys club!"

As he said this Nick noticed that my prick had already
begun to harden, no doubt encouraged by my own wanking
of Nick. I was still very sexually aroused and Nick
needed no second invitation as he worked himself round
so that his face was level with my prick once again.
He took it slowly into his mouth as I looked straight
at his now flaccid cock, covered by its protective
foreskin. As Nick worked his magic on my willing hard
prick, I tentatively licked the head of Nick's soft
cock. It began to harden to my touch and, as if by
magic, the skin began to peel back off the head as it
did so. I could hear Nick moaning as he continued to
service my prick and I emboldened myself to take
Nick's now exposed cockhead between my lips. Nick
gently forced more of his cock into my mouth a she
continued to work on mine. I was lasting better this
time but still knew I would soon be ready to cum a
second time. I began to wank Nick's shaft as I sucked
the top of his cock and Nick must have realised that I
was signalling my own approaching orgasm. Nick's head
bobbed faster on my cock, his hands worked my balls
and we were a study in motion as we both strove to
finish each other off. As before I came first,
shooting a second rather less strong load into Nick's
eager mouth. This time, however, Nick was not that far
behind and I received my first mouthful of cum as his
cock spurted several large creamy globules of jizz
onto my tongue. As we recovered our breath we both
sank back on the bed exhausted.

As it turned out I was a fast learner and in less than
four weeks I had reached the top of the squash ladder
and gained my reward from Nick in the form of my first
fuck. My marks in history weren't all that bad
although Nick prudently suggested that I should move
to another class. As he pointed out it would be safer
all round. Also he suggested that we met at his flat
because it was quieter and the walls in the hall of
residence were not that thick and any noise we made
might easily be overheard. Finally, as he had implied
earlier I got to meet other members of Mark's sexy
boy's club, but that's another story!

If you like this story and would like more, email me
at british@badpuppy.com