Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2014 19:58:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Midw Stud <midweststudent88@yahoo.com>
Subject: True Campus Stories -- The Townie

Sorry it has been so long since the last installment.  Thank you to all of
you who wrote to see how I was and if more stories were coming.  I hope to
hear from anyone who likes this newest one.  I had a busy year with some
ups and downs, and got out of the habit of writing.  Hopefully more to
come, I got plenty of stories to tell.  Enjoy.

These stories are about some of my exploits since going back to school for
a masters degree.  I have been bi since I was in college, but arriving to a
huge Midwestern campus with an endless supply of hot boys has put a spike
in my sex life.  All the stories are true, some details and of course the
names are changed.  In a few cases, I have added a detail from another
event for dramatic purposes, like putting something from a subsequent
encounter into the first encounter I describe.  I welcome feedback, and
particularly would like to hear from guys in school.  Of course standard
disclaimer: if this type of story offends you or is illegal where you are,
hit the back button.  Enjoy.

The Townie

All through grad school on and off I fucked a young townie.  He was hot as
anything, but dumb as a rock.  I often wondered if he even knew how to use
his phone.  I met him the same way I met most of the dudes whose cherries I
busted during school, on the internet.  I had posted one of my 'Looking to
Try it out with a guy?' craigslist posts and he replied.  Said he had
looked at guys in the locker room for years and really thought he wanted to
try some stuff.  We talked on email and text for a few days, and then one
day he texted me and told me to come over immediately!  I was kind of
curious why he wanted to meet up so suddenly, but later learned his
schedule was a bit difficult.

I hopped in the car and headed to his address.  I later learned from
reading the paper and from my job that it was the nastiest apartment
complex in town, and it sure seemed like it.  Once I knew the address, I
saw it all the time in the paper and elsewhere, usually for a murder or a
meth lab or domestic violence.  Not a nice place.  I found his door and
knocked.  His name was Mark, and his pics had been either blurry or too far
away to make out, but when he opened the door, I was stunned, and my cock
twitched in my shorts.  His email address had something to do with
basketball, but I then realized he must have played at least in high school
if not at a higher level.  Mark was pretty darn tall, well over 6 feet, and
had those aw shucks all American looks with overgrown blond hair.  I tried
to make some small talk, but he said he had been dreaming about sucking
dick, and almost pushed me onto the sofa as he pulled my shorts down.  He
had big pillowy lips on his cute dumb face, and they were soon wrapped
around my hard cock.  I instantly believed he had never done anything with
another dude.  He had no technique at all, but like most first timers, made
up for it with eagerness.

He was just wearing some basketball shorts, showing off a nice upper body
with good abs etc.  He was feasting on my cock, sucking it with such force
it was like having a vacuum nozzle attached to it.  He was on the floor
between my legs, and being so tall, there was no way I could reach his ass
or cock to play with.  In any case, I knew it wasn't going to be long.  He
was sucking it so hard and so fast, I could feel the cum rising almost
immediately, and it was a challenge to hold out for ten or 15 minutes or
however long I did.  He was gently squeezing my balls as he sucked my dick,
and dropped down a few times to give them a nice few licks, and even down
to my taint once.  When I couldn't hold out any longer, I grabbed his ears
and really started fucking his mouth, and he kept up the pace as well.  I
didn't figure I needed to warn him, and finally moaned and let out a huge
load spread over about ten shots into his still-sucking mouth.  He kept
going for it even after I blew my load, and I had to ease him off my dick
since I get pretty sensitive after cumming sometimes.  Mark got up on the
sofa next to me as I leaned back to enjoy my post-orgasm.  He pulled his
tank top back on and sat back next to me.

I reached down to his shiny nylon shorts and felt around for his cock.  I
am not that selfish, I'll still jerk a dude off after a great BJ like that!
What I found in his shorts reached over past his hip.  I traced it back to
where his penis should begin, and sure enough, it was like a baseball bat
in there.  I don't remember what I said, but I started jerking that huge
penis through the school-colors fabric.  I was just trying to fish the
monster out of his shorts when a baby started crying.  That really caught
me by surprise.  Mark got up and went into a back room, probably to see to
the kid.  The crying stopped and he came back.  I said I probably should
go, but he said to hang out, his girlfriend would be gone at least another
hour.  I of course came to find out that the kid was his, he had knocked
his girlfriend up when they were both 16 or so, and now he was 19, done
with school, and had a shitty job in a warehouse, a girlfriend he hated,
and their kid to take care of.  It kinda weirded me out that there was a
baby in the house, but Mark was hot, and sexy as hell.  Plus, when a dude
is that enthusiastic as a virgin to guys, good lord!

Mark leaned over and started sucking my dick again.  I was still half boned
and immediately got hard again as he worked my meat.  Like before, he was
sucking like he was trying to get a really thick milkshake through a
too-small straw.  Since he was beside me, I started playing with his dick
again, and finally managed to get the monster out of his shorts, no small
feat since I basically had to take his shorts off to get it out.  Apart
from one totally straight buddy, it probably was the largest penis I had
ever seen in person, and would have been an internet phenomenon.  Probably
it was bigger than my friend's, since although he loved to show his cock
off, he'd only ever let you get a quick glimpse of it, hard or soft.
Mark's cock was no shit at least 10 or 11 inches.  It had a big angry
looking red head the size of a small apple half covered by a foreskin.  It
was impossibly big.  No wonder he'd knocked his girlfriend up, he was
shooting his jizz straight into her uterus.

Mark was bobbing up and down on my dick, even quicker and more
enthusiastically than before.  I was surprisingly starting to feel the
tingle, this dude was about to make me squirt again so soon!  After a few
minutes he stopped and said "Fuck me.  I really want it.  I've been so
horny thinking about it."  That kind of caught me by surprise.  We had
talked about that a little in our emails and texts, but it was always
something in the future, something to work up to.

"Are you sure dude?" I asked.  "We don't have to rush things, we are going
to meet up again."

"Yeah, I really want it bad."

"But you've never gotten fucked before, right?  Are you sure?"

"No but I've been thinking about it so bad."

"I don't have a rubber," I said, thinking that would cool him down.

"I don't care.  I don't want one anyway."

That kind of set me back.  At this point, at the beginning of school, I had
never fucked a dude without a condom.  Well except for my buddy in high
school, but that was the only dude I had fucked until the end of undergrad.
I had fucked plenty if not most of the girls of my career without rubbers,
but that's not the same as anal sex with a guy I just met.  But then I
realized he had probably never worn a rubber in his life, given what was
sleeping in the back room.  I believed he had never done anything with a
guy, he had said so, and it sure seemed that way.  He had probably only
ever had sex with the girl he got pregnant, and probably not much with her
either.

I leaned over and stroked his dick a few times.  It seemed to have gotten
bigger, and was leaking like crazy.  My hand was covered in pre, and I
started slopping it down below his giant balls onto his hole.  As he felt
his puss get slippery, and my finger running around it and into it, he was
shaking and moaning.  I let a few big gobs of spit onto my hand as he
brought his huge feet up onto the sofa, giving me better access to his
hole.  He had a few pubes, and some fine blond hairs on his calves, but the
rest was smooth and white, with a tiny darkly-colored butthole that seemed
too small for the rest of his long frame.  I used some more spit and got a
finger nice and deep in him, making his cock burp out even more precum, or
maybe a little orgasm.  I stood up and grabbed his ankles, lifting them up
and apart, hiking up his butt and opening his cheeks.  That huge dick was
just bouncing around on his abs leaving a trail wherever it went.

I began to rub my cock around his hole, and occasionally apply a little
pressure.  Like any virgin, he automatically tensed up feeling the pushing
on his entrance, but after a short time, I could feel his muscles relax,
and his hole started opening.  Once my head popped in, he let out a low
growl and said pretty authoritatively to 'fuck me'.  So I just kept pushing
and apart from the initial entrance, there was no more resistance, just a
burning hot tight tunnel squeezing my dick as it pushed in all the way,
aided by a little spit.  When I quickly reached bottom, I stopped and let
him get used to it for a second, but he thrust back on my cock and said
'c'mon, fuck me'.  I began some long in and outs, sometimes taking it all
the way out, rubbing it around his hole, and pushing all the way in as hard
as I could.  He didn't seem to like me taking it out, and made a little
frown when I did, so I gave that up and set my mind to some hard pumping.

I honestly don't remember all the details of that first fuck, it was some
time ago.  I remember it was pretty damn hot in that apartment, and I was
dripping sweat onto his chest and face as I nailed his tight twat.  It
always worries me with really tall guys that my dick is relatively shorter,
that all the important parts are further up there since they're so tall,
but I don't know if that's the case, cause most of them seem to enjoy my
pretty average cock quite a bit.  It makes sense though, if a dude is 6'6,
wouldn't his prostate be like twice as far up?  Who knows.  Anyway, Mark
seemed to be enjoying himself.  He was sweating a lot too, and thrashing
around on the sofa.  I pushed his legs far back and pushed myself down on
his chest to give him a kiss, but he turned away.  Oh well, not every guy
likes kissing, especially not the first time.  I was getting pretty close.
Hitting a girl's pussy without a condom isn't like hitting a tight guyhole.
Hell, some pussies are so loose it's tough to even cum with a condom on.
But, I could feel it coming.  I slowed down a bit to regain some composure
but that earned me a disappointed sigh and some more thrusting on Mark's
part.

I soon realized why he didn't want me to slow down...he was right on the
edge.  He hadn't touched his cock at all, but reached down and sort of
pinched the head, the immediately shot a huge load on his eye, chin, and
chest.  I was trying to get a free hand off one of his ankles to do my
favorite thing-feed him his own goo, but he beat me to it and started
scooping up his own load and sucking it off his fingers.  His orgasm
strangled my cock, and as I pounded into him as fast and hard as I could, I
felt it coming.  He must have had some good core strength and strong ass
muscles, because as he squirted, it felt like his ass was forcing my dick
out, no matter how hard I pushed in.  I was kind of on autopilot, and if I
had thought about it, I would have pulled out and shot on his face or
chest, but it was too late, and I flooded his chute with what felt like a
giant load again.  I immediately apologized, but was cut off by Mark saying
it felt so good.

I kind of flopped onto the sofa next to him, and lightly stroked his cummy
cock, but he sort of pushed my hand away.  Either he was feeling bashful or
awkward, or got sensitive after squirting like I do sometimes.  I let my
hand fall down to his balls, and rubbed those big egg-sized things for a
moment before reaching down to his hole.  I put a finger on it and it sort
of slipped right in.  It closed around my finger, and I could feel his
heart beat through my finger.  I could also feel an awful lot of sperm!
Mark suddenly got up, and I gave him a little spank, but he kept moving
over to where he picked up a towel out of a pile of clothes and toys, and
headed toward the bathroom, which was just feet from the sofa.  "I gotta
get cleaned up," he said, giving me my cue to leave, "that was awesome, see
you later."  I left back out into the hot steamy afternoon.  I was a little
deflated since it had been such awesome sex to have such an abrupt end, but
it was his first time, he wasn't the brightest bulb on the tree, and he may
have had mixed feelings.  Anyway, I went home and texted him that it was
awesome, and that we should hang out again soon.

That proved tougher than anticipated.  Mark worked two shitty jobs, didn't
have a car, and had a gf and baby.  His girlfriend/baby momma apparently
had some job, but just for a few hours a week when he was of course
expected to look after the kid.  Not ideal.  But, we did manage to meet up
again pretty soon.  He texted me one day and said to come over.  Luckily I
was in the car and actually on that side of town, so I said I'd be there in
five.  When I got there, it turned out the girlfriend had just gone to the
supermarket, so she would be back soon.  I got this information as he was
closing the door; my shorts were at my ankles one second later and my cock
was in his mouth with his big lips pressed against my pubes.  I couldn't
argue with that, but eventually got weak-kneed and had to move to the sofa.
He was sucking with the force of a shop vac and moving up and down my pole
so fast it was like a machine.  I hadn't even jerked off in several days,
so I knew this wouldn't be a long visit.  Sure enough, after probably only
ten minutes, I was pumping a big load down his throat as he kept sucking
like there was more to come.  I tried to persuade him to at least let me
jerk him off, he was hard as a nail, but he declined.  I left quickly,
praying not to meet his girlfriend at the door.

We started to talk more, but even that was tough.  He was terrible at
emails, when he replied, which was unusual, they didn't make too much
sense.  Texting was better, but he had one of those shitty 7-11 phones that
only worked half the time, and only then if he had money to put credit on.
We talked on the phone sometimes, he could call during breaks or lunch.
His work schedule always changed and was hard to keep up with, and he often
didn't know his schedule till the day before, so making a plan was
impossible.  However, maybe a month later he texted and said he was home
alone for a few hours.  The baby momma had taken the kid somewhere.  I
headed over there as soon as I could.

When I got there he was in the same old university-colors bball shorts and
a T.  He looked happy, maybe cause baby momma was gone for a while, and he
looked good, hotter than I remembered for some reason.  Maybe his
mischievous grin was because of what happened next.  He went for my cock,
and I stroked his, which was already about to rip his shorts.  I eased his
shorts down and immediately saw he was wearing a tiny pair of pink thong
panties, with his cock sticking out the side and across his thigh!  I had
of course seen that sort of thing on the internet, but had never seen a
dude in person in sexy panties.  Much less a six and a half foot tall toned
basketball jock.  It made me incredibly horny and my dick got even harder
if possible.  Mark was beaming, and asked me if I liked them.  "Hell yeah!
SO hot" I told him, truthfully.  I was rubbing his firm ass and feeling up
the thong strap.  I loved the look of his comically-big penis sticking out
of those little panties and leaking all over his leg.  This dude may be
kinkier than I thought!  I didn't think that a small town working class kid
like him would have those type of kinky ideas, but I was happy to play
along.

Mark started to kneel, but I stopped him when his head was close to mine
and gave him a kiss.  Maybe because he was in girls' frilly fuck-me panties
he responded, and we actually had a pretty tender kiss before he continued
to his knees and got my cock in his mouth.  After a few minutes, he pulled
off my cock and whispered "are you gonna fuck me in my panties?"

"Hell yeah!" I said, "whatever baby wants."  I didn't know it at that time,
but for the rest of the time I knew Mark, he always wanted me to call him
babe or baby.

I guess he really did want it, because he hopped up right then and knelt on
the couch, pushing his ass back as far and high as he could, while sort of
burying his face in the back of the cushions.  I was amazed he could get
into that position being so tall, but he was a little diagonal, and it was
a big couch.  His ass was spread wide, and he reached back and spread it
wider.  I could see his hole under the thong strap, and swear it was
already pulsing and winking at me.  I actually had a condom and lube in my
pocket this time, but decided what the hell, I've already tapped this puss
without one.  I was going to use lube, but decided to try spit first.
Nowadays I would have rimmed the hell out of the hot panty-covered ass in
front of me, but back at that point, I wasn't too into giving rim jobs, and
certainly only right after a long shower with a lot of soapy fingers up
that puss.  I lifted the thong strap and let it snap Mark's hole a few
times, making him moan.  I circled his hole with my finger, and let several
big loogeys drop right onto his pussy opening, working them in with a
finger, and then probing around his chute with my cock.

Mark was wiggling his ass around and trying to push back, although it was
tough in his position.  I got the message, and this time, without warning,
moved the strap aside, lined it up, and pushed until I was all the way in.
I grabbed his hips and really started pounding it out, making Mark moan
down into the sofa cushions.  It was making me hot watching my dick go in
and out, rubbing along the thong, which was now soaked in spit and ass
juice.  I really don't recall anything too specific about that.  I was
going to flip him over for the big finish, but after pounding that ass hard
for a while, I had to cum all of a sudden, and grabbed his hips hard, gave
a few final thrusts as strong as I could muster, and dumped about 10
volleys deep in his puss.  Mark got some toilet paper to clean up the wads
of cum he'd left all over the sofa cushion.

After we caught our breath Mark actually started talking.  Maybe the
comfort in knowing baby momma was gone for several more hours made him want
to hang out.  I teased him a bit about the panties, and he blushed but said
he'd been wearing them for weeks and he loved them.  I never figured out
where he got the panties, or how he hid it from the lady, but it was hot to
me.  My best guess is that he took her dirty ones, wore them, and then put
them back in the laundry.  The next several times we met up, he was always
wearing some frilly sexy panties, and always wanted to get fucked in them.
The craziest part of the panties was what he told me a couple months later
when we were talking on the phone one time.  He said guys at work had
noticed his panties when his shorts or jeans were riding low.  One guy at
the warehouse had said something, but Mark didn't seem to mind the guys at
work knowing.  I would have thought a young guy like him with a kid in a
fairly small town would be worried, but he didn't seem so.  Maybe my
stereotypes of young guys who work in warehouses is too homophobic.  But
the thing that I didn't believe at first but that made me rock hard was
when Mark told me that one day, a co-worker had come up next to him at the
urinal and reached down the back of his shorts and rubbed his panty covered
ass, then placed Mark's hand on his erection.  Apparently a few days later
the same guy came up to him in the bathroom again, and this time got his
hand inside the panties and actually fingered Mark's ass for a while!

The next time we met up I asked Mark more about this.  Was this dude who
fingered him fucking him too?  He assured me not, just said a couple of the
guys liked to feel him up in his panties and tease him like a little slut.
I was wondering what kind of warehouse this was, but I believed him it was
just relatively good natured fun.  As time went by we would meet up
sometimes more or less, but it was always hot and always fun.  It was tough
because he never got a car, moved in with his mom for a while, then back to
that nasty apartment.  It was tough to ever make a plan with him, although
I always wanted him to come to my place where we could have some real
privacy!

The last time I saw Mark was a good one.  Like usual, I fucked him almost
as soon as I got there, over the arm of the sofa.  For some reason, he
didn't have panties on that time, and I gave him a hard, but not super fast
fuck with him bent over the arm, his long slim legs spread wide.  With his
monster cock hard and in easy reach, I slowly squeezed and stroked it as I
fucked him.  He was making as much pre as always, and his cock felt like it
was lubed.  I could feel his dick swell, and I reached to catch his load,
with a half dozen hard spurts cupping in my hand.  I let most of it drop
down his ass crack where it slid down to where my cock was sliding in and
out of his hole, pulling a little bit of his ass lining out each time I
pulled out.  I came all the way out as his sperm reached his hole, and
pushed the glob in with my dick, lubing him up with his own juice.  I
pulled him by his shaggy hair so his head was off the side of the pillow
and stuck my hand in his mouth and he dutifully licked my hand clean.  I
remember that orgasm as being one of those ones so hard it gives me a
headache, and my head was kind of spinning as I pulled my slimy dick out of
him.

I suggested a shower, which I think we had done once before and he liked.
As we got in the tiny bathroom, I told him to bend over.  I wanted to look
at his ass, I always like doing that and he was usually too rushed after we
fucked for me to play with it.  He bent over, with his hands in the tub.
His ass was shiny and red and hanging a little open with both of our sperm
dribbling out.  I pushed two and then three fingers into his loosened chute
and pulled out a blob of juices.  I was going to wipe it on his back, but
then leant down and pushed my hand into his mouth again, which he eagerly
began sucking and licking for quite a while, as I dug up his pussy with my
other hand.  By this time, I was painfully hard again, and pushed his ass
down so his knees were bent and his ass was level with my still slippery
dick.  I pushed it in hard, making him lose his balance a little bit.
Fucking a guy that tall over a tub in a little bathroom was tricky, but I
nailed him hard and fast till he was sort of crushed down in the tub with
his ass bent over the edge of the tub.  It was a tough angle for me, but a
fast and furious fuck.  I heard him making his usual cumming noises after a
while, and felt the vise-like grip of his butt tube massaging my pecker.
For a second fuck in a row, it was quick for me, but I shot a good number
of jets up his ricker and helped him up out of the tub.

If I remember right, that was just before exams, and then Christmas break.
By the time I got back to town, his phone was cut off (Mark had had about
five or six different numbers since I'd met him).  He finally emailed me,
and we talked on and off about meeting, but it never happened as I got
busier and busier towards the end of school, finishing thesis and exams and
etc.  I am sure I'll never see him again, but it was hot for me to meet
someone I wouldn't usually meet, and show him a new world.  I know some
would call him rough trade or whatever it is to fuck a social and economic
inferior, but he was really a sweet guy who had his moments, and seemed to
be doing well given a tough situation.