Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2001 10:38:53  -0500
From: british <british@badpuppy.com>
Subject: UNIVERSITY BLUES

DISCLAIMER:

This is the second story that I have written and is based very loosely
on my sexual adventures over the years. The first story 'Old School
Ties' gave a fictionalised account of some aspects of my life during my
school years and after. This one tells the story of something that
happened during my time at University. If you like the stories let me
know as I have quite a few more that I could tell.

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.



UNIVERSITY BLUES

I smiled up at Dan's beautiful face, his eyes were closed and he had a
look of extreme concentration as he fought to control the need to cum. I
could tell from his breathing and the fierce throbbing of his shaft
that the moment could not long be delayed. His piss slit was widening
and in a matter of seconds his warm jizz would be spraying out over my
chest and face. His body continued to rise and fall as he rode my prick,
which was lodged deep inside his bowels to a simultaneous orgasm. I was
cumming and so was he and as my spunk splattered deep inside him, Dan's
prick spewed forth onto me and I lapped up his precious cream as fast
as I could. Slowly we disengaged and agreed that this had been a great
experience and that we would make this a regular occurrence. For me it
was a triumph to get Dan to this point. It had been quite a few months
since I had last had such a good week of sexual activity. I was glad
that the long wait was over and that I had finally got to have sex with
Dan. Initially, I thought I would never get this far.

My name is Simon Rose and I had arrived at University after leaving my
English private school and immediately settled in. I was studying in
London and had a bedsit of my own. I was keen to start my studies and
even keener to pursue my sexual adventures and widen my experience even
more.

The great advantage of having my own place proved to be a bit of a
hindrance also as I found myself somewhat isolated from the majority of
my fellow students who lived in one of the halls of residence or like me
lived out in flats and bedsits. Of course the students I met in class
were friendly enough and I received a number of invitations to parties
but it was clear that these were not the sort of party I would really
enjoy. Nevertheless I went and always managed never to find the right
partner. Some students stopped inviting me as they thought I was being a
bit snooty about them and the girls that came to their parties.

I also continued to play soccer but was quite surprised at how high the
standard was and found it difficult to keep a regular place in the team.
I enjoyed the trips out to the sports ground and the happy camaraderie
of the showers and got to see my fair share of dicks but never made any
close connections. A similar story applied to my more casual Sunday
football team, which ranged in age from about 15 to 45. I would not have
minded a romp with any of them but again they all seemed straight.

So all in all after a very active sex life at school I had been reduced
to regular wank sessions on my own. I had tried to follow up some of the
invitations on the wall of the student's union toilets but nobody ever
turned up at the time or on the day advertised. I even tried to find a
place where I could have anonymous sex with strangers but the one place
I had found was soon closed down. Life was becoming increasingly
frustrating and then I saw him!

The lecture rooms were large and crowded and it was difficult to find a
seat close to someone you knew unless you happened to meet up at the
doorway. On this particular day I had arrived just as the main crowd had
begun to enter the lecture room and had settled myself down. Other
students on all sides hemmed me in as my attention was drawn to a tall,
blond guy who had entered the room. He sat in a seat about three rows in
front of me and off to the left. He looked like an angel but I could
not see much of him but I wanted to!

It took a little time to find out more about him. At first it was
frustrating because however hard I tried I could not time my arrival at
lectures to coincide with his. Our meeting when it did take place was
fortuitous. Although I did not really need the money, I had taken a job
in the college library two evenings a week - it paid for my drinks and
sporting activities. The job was boring - I had to put returned books
back on the shelves and very occasionally I was allowed to stamp books
being taken out by students, normally as the library was closing. As I
pushed my trolley along the stacks, I saw my unknown friend sitting at a
table. He was engrossed in his books so I took the opportunity to check
him out. The lovely face was attached to an equally appealing body and
his blue jeans stretched tightly over his well-formed package. I took
the longest time I could to re-stack the two books destined for the
shelves near him. Having seen the full, albeit clothed, picture there
would be plenty of fantasising tonight when I returned home. Then with
great reluctance I moved on to finish my evening's work.

When I returned to the main desk, the assistant librarian told me that
she wanted me to help on the desk until the library closed. This turned
out to be my lucky break although at the time I was pissed off that I
could not leave early and find a nice quiet place for a long slow wank
thinking about my blond angel. The bell that indicated that the library
would soon be closing and started the hectic period when late-night
students checked out the overnight loans interrupted my thought. A small
queue had formed and I got busy stamping the date and time of expected
return into each of the volumes presented to me. I did not bother to
look up but handed the books back and muttered some words like 'hope
that is OK' to each person. At last I saw that there was only a few
people left and I could get away. As the last person left the desk I
heard a sound as someone rushed towards my desk and I was about to swear
at them when I realised who it was. It was my unknown blond angel who
presented two books to me, which I duly stamped.

I looked up at him and as I returned the books I said, "I hope this is
OK. Is there anything else you need for tonight?"

"Nothing more from the library, thanks. But if you had something else in
mind - a drink or something I could certainly use that," he replied in
a drawling accent that clearly wasn't English.

My unknown friend was American or Canadian. I wasn't too certain but
soon found out that he was from New York.

"OK I'm on for a quick one round the corner." I responded, adding
"you're not from round here I can tell."

"Very acute", Dan replied, "I'm from New York City and my name's Dan and
I'm studying here for a year."

"Pleased to meet you Dan. I'm Steve and I'm from Suffolk and I'm in my
first year of a three-year degree course. How come you are only here for
a year?" was my reply.

"I'm on a study abroad programme" explained Dan as we walked towards the
nearest pub.
We got to the pub with just enough time to get a drink and I got to the
bar and ordered a pint of bitter for each of us. The pub was crowded and
there was little chance of a seat but we managed to find a corner where
we could squeeze in. We chugged the drink down slowly and briefly told
each other a little about our history and how we had ended up in London.
Every now and again someone would push by forcing our bodies closed. I
could smell his aftershave and we both 'accidentally' brushed up against
each other. My prick was beginning to harden at the proximity of this
new-found friend and the contact between us. I hoped he would not twig
what was happening as I felt that would end the relationship there and
then. I began to notice that he was also beginning to 'grow' in the same
region I was and was encouraged in the hope that he was not worried by
our close contact. This belief was confirmed when we had finished our
drink and were outside the pub. Dan looked at me and said,

"Do you live far from here? I live in a dorm about ten minutes away and
if you'd like another drink we could go to my place."

"No I'm not too far away", I lied in reply. (Actually I was a good
distance away and the last train would go soon and night buses were
always a bit unreliable.) However, the chance of a few minutes alone
with Dan was too good to miss.

The dorm was a rather impersonal block with a lift to the floors above.
Dan entered the lift and we went up to the eighth floor in silence. We
walked along the corridor and Dan pointed out the toilets and I said
that perhaps I ought to pay a call, which I did. I was disappointed that
Dan did not want to come in with me but waited outside. When I emerged
he led the way down to his room and let me in. The room was small and
dark but quite well furnished with a desk, two chairs and a bed. Dan
went to a cupboard and got out a bottle then said he needed to go down
the hall to get some glasses. As he was out of the room I had a quick
look round. There were a few obviously family photos but no other
pictures of note. Dan quickly returned and poured two large drinks into
the glasses and handed me one, indicating that we should sit down.

I could not help it I kept being drawn to Dan's crotch and the bulge it
concealed. I had never met an American and had no idea what to expect.
Dan's eyes followed mine and then looked down at my own bulge. He smiled
at me and came to sit down beside me. He took the glass from my hand
and said quietly,

"Why don't you get a better feel and look. I've heard about you English
private schoolboys but you're the first one that I've ever met. The door
is bolted so we won't be disturbed"

He moved my hand onto his jeans and I could feel his large bulge growing
to my touch and he moved his hand to my zipper. I could not believe
what was happening; this blond American was about to expose my dick and
play with it and wanted me to reciprocate. I continued to rub the
growing tent in the jeans with my hand wanking it gently through the
cloth. Dan was already inside my trousers and his hand was gripping my
stiff shaft through my underpants. I raised myself up slightly so that
he could pull my clothes down and off me and as I did so I undid his
jeans and felt inside. We were both getting excited and I thought I was
going to cum immediately but managed to hold back as we stood up and
pushed our bodies together. Our mutual need made the necessity to rid
ourselves of all unnecessary clothing a priority and within a few
seconds we were naked and rampant. We knew we needed relief and so we
each grasped the other's prick and stroked hard and fast until we each
felt the warm glow of orgasm as the other's cum spewed out and over our
bodies. As our breathing slowed, I reached down and scooped up some of
Dan's juice and licked it off my fingers and he did the same with my
jizz.

Our animal passion had meant that there was no foreplay only sex but I
hoped that there would be more to our relationship than a mutually
gratifying but quick wank. I was not to be disappointed. As we relaxed
back onto the bed, Dan looked at me and said,

"I think we both needed that, thanks, but I'd like you to stay over and
then we can have a more leisurely session in a while. By the way I
thought all you Brits were uncut - at least the ones I've seen in the
showers over here all seem to be."

"I'd love to stay over and thank you for what you just did for me. No,
as you can see, some of us Brits are cut like you Yanks. I must say I
don't mind much either way. I've had fun with cut and uncut guys and
they always end up cumming and shooting their cream. Who cares so long
as we both enjoy and have fun? I know if I stay I'm going to give your
prick the best sucking it's had in a long time." I replied contentedly.

"You're most welcome to do so but I'll want to have your prick down my
throat whilst you're doing it" replied Dan.

We lay contentedly on the bed idly playing with each other's pricks
before they began to grow and harden. As neither of us was exactly a
novice, we assumed the sixty-nine position and began to lick and suck
each other's hard shafts. I noticed that whilst I am cut I still have a
small amount of skin that bunches up towards the exposed head but Dan's
prick had no extra skin and the glans seemed almost to grown out of the
end. We each learned quickly what the other liked and proceeded to
exploit it. Dan went wild when I took his balls into my mouth and
swished them round my mouth and then I continued to lick round to his
hot arse hole. He groaned and moaned but also urged me to return to his
shaft and head, which I proceeded to swallow down my eager throat. Dan
was likewise giving me a full tongue bath and swallowing my prick down
his throat. He developed a high level of suction as he pumped my prick
in and out of his mouth and throat. All too soon we both knew that we
would be spraying our second loads. I saw Dan's balls draw up tight,
felt his prick head harden even more and, momentarily taking my prick
from his mouth, he screamed out in triumph as his hot creamy spunk shot
out of his prick and down my throat. I was also close to cumming and
indicated this by using my hand to push my prick back into Dan's mouth
just in time before I too was throbbing out my cum into his mouth. As
his cumming faded mine continued for a short while and then we both were
done. We slowly disengaged ourselves and still in the sixty-nine
position drifted off to sleep.

I awoke suddenly with a start, unsure of where I was and feeling very
cold. Dan was still sound asleep but he had managed to cover himself a
bit. I crawled up and got into bed beside him trying hard not to awaken
him. We both almost oversleep the next morning but not quite and I was
treated to the delightful sight of Dan's morning hard-on winking
invitingly at me as I opened my eyes. It was too much and I went down on
him and gave him an oral wake-up call. He drowsily came to and began to
coo in pleasure as my sucking mouth worked its wonders on his stiff
prick. My hand was working the bottom of his shaft and the other was
wanking my raging hard on. Seeing this Dan reached out and took over the
hand job on my prick, demonstrating again his deftness of touch when it
came to masturbation. I was moaning onto Dan's prick as his hand
brought me ever closer to the inevitable explosion. How could I cum
again so quickly after the night I had had? I wondered, but then decided
that the months of frustration that had just past were finally being
relieved by real hot action. And then I was there shooting wads of white
jizz out of the end of my prick and into the air and onto Dan's body.
This sight set Dan off and he was also cumming and making a lot of noise
as he did so, urging me to swallow more of his prick and his man juice
as he shot into me. Later that morning it was two happy and greatly
(sexually) relieved students who left the hall of residence and headed
back for the College and our studies.

Dan and I had different lectures that day but agreed to meet at lunch
and again after the end of our last lectures and return home. I
suggested that he might like to visit my place and he was surprised at
quite how far out I lived and knew then that I had lied about it the
night before. However I think he forgave me for that!

I showed him my place, which was quite spacious with a small kitchen
area and a bathroom of my own, as well as a bedroom/living room. The
place was self-contained and in the basement of a large house with very
thick walls and ceilings between me and the people living upstairs. It
was ideal for me and for having sex in relative safety and security away
from prying eyes and ears. Dan liked my place a lot and came to regard
it as a second home over the remaining months of his stay in England.
After I had cooked a simple meal, we relaxed again and although we were
both keen to resume our sexual activity Dan wanted to talk.

"Last night was fantastic - the best I've had in England by far. Up to
now I've had a couple of jerk-off sessions - I mean wanks - with a guy
in one of my classes. Real quickies, no finesse and always worried we'll
get caught. He did come loads both times but not much fun. So then
there's you - right? I meet you we know what we want and we go for it
and it was great sex. I loved the way you sucked my prick but I guess
you know that! But I sensed you wanted to go further and do more but we
were in such a hurry last night we didn't get a chance. Is that right?"
Dan said quietly to me.

"You're right about last night it was fantastic and I enjoyed every
minute of it. I was even more frustrated than you were, as I've had
virtually nothing since I arrived in London. But you're also right that
I would like to do more, I'd like to fuck you good and hard and go on
doing it as often as I can." I responded.

Dan smiled and said, "I hoped you'd say that because I love being
fucked. I'm not very interested in fucking but having a hot prick up my
backside is heaven to me. I've been doing it now for several years and
since I've been here my arse thought it had been punished because it's
seen no action. But tonight I think that's all going to change!"

I needed no second invitation and went to find the lubricant as Dan and
prepared myself for a long slow night of fucking. When I returned Dan
was lying on the bed waiting expectantly his beautiful prick hard and
the exposed glans already beginning to show signs of being lubricated
with pre-cum. I was still partially dressed but I licked my lips in
anticipation of getting his fuck stick into my mouth and giving it a
long hard slow sensuous suck, but Dan had other ideas. He pulled me down
to the bed and quickly removed my clothes as I tried to reach round and
take his pink prick head into my mouth and lap up his oozing pre-cum.

"OK you can suck me now, but not for too long and I'm going to suck your
prick as well so that it will be well lubricated and ready to fuck me',
Dan said. "And one other thing, although I want that prick of your's
deep inside me, I want to be in charge of the process from start to
finish."

I mumbled my agreement as I greedily sucked around the exposed glans at
the head of Dan's prick and slowly sank my lips down the hard shaft to
his balls. The head of his prick rested at the entrance to my throat and
then I pulled back up using my tongue to excite his already twitching
shaft and finally I went about nibbling the sensitive areas of the head.
Dan was moaning and thrashing about as I did this but was equally
returning the favour on my prick. After a few moments more of this, Dan
whispered that I should pay attention to his balls and arse crack now
and I willingly moved myself into a position where I could use my mouth
and tongue on these areas. Dan's moaning continued although it was
slightly muffled by the action he was making on my prick. I could feel
myself beginning to lose control and I indicated to Dan that he should
let me come down a bit before he resumed his oral treatment. He released
my throbbing prick and gently squeezed my balls and shaft as I
continued to probe his willing hole first with my fingers and then a few
seconds later with my tongue. Dan squatted over my face moaning with
pleasure as he allowed me access to his balls and winking hole as I
probed his inner sanctum with my tongue. After we had been in this
position for some time, Dan pulled himself off my face and slowly turned
himself round and slid his body gently down my chest and over my groin
so that he sat facing me with his arse just resting on the top of my
legs. Then he reached forward and started to slowly wank my shaft and
exposed head with a very greasy hand so that my prick was hard,
well-lubed and pointing up towards the ceiling. Dan grinned at me as he
inched forward, lifted his arse into the air and very deliberately
lowered himself onto the greasy pole that eagerly waited to enter him.
Gradually I watched my prick disappear inside Dan and enter his love
tunnel until his cheeks lay on my stomach and my balls were all that
could be seen. As I looked down I could see Dan's prick standing tall
hard and throbbing and looking for all the world as though it was part
of me. Having made himself as comfortable as possible Dan then began to
move rhythmically up and down my prick shaft until only the head was
caught in his tight grip and then my whole prick was engulfed. The
movement gathered pace and soon Dan was riding me with great gusto,
using his arse muscles to grip my shaft tight and holding himself steady
by using his arms for balance. He worked up quite a fast rate and I was
certain that I could not hold out for much longer. Dan was moaning and
crying with pleasure and I was doing the same. My breathing got more
ragged and I could feel the familiar tingle as my balls began to prepare
to unleash a load of jizz. I indicated with a moaned gasp that I was
about to cum and Dan acknowledged this by pumping even harder on my
rampant rod. As I smiled up at Dan's beautiful face, I could see that
his eyes were closed and he had a look of extreme concentration as he
fought to control the need to cum. I could tell from his breathing and
the fierce throbbing of his shaft that the moment could not long be
delayed. His piss slit was widening and in a matter of seconds his warm
cum would be spraying out over my chest and face. His body continued to
rise and fall as he rode my prick, which was lodged deep inside his
bowels as we moved ever closer to what I hoped would be to a
simultaneous orgasm. I knew that I was cumming and I was almost certain
that he was too. So, as my spunk splattered deep inside him, Dan's prick
spewed forth onto me covering my chest and face with his precious
cream. I leaned forward and lapped up as much as possible of his cum
swallowing it as fast as I could. Slowly our orgasms subsided and we
disengaged. Dan and I agreed that this had been a great experience and
that we would make this a regular occurrence.

This is indeed what we did. On the nights when I was working in the
library, Dan would wait and we would go to his hall room and on other
nights we would go to my bedsit and indulge our sexual appetites.

Like all good things this had to come to an end. At the end of the year
Dan was heading back for the US and I was heading back to the Midlands
to spend the holidays with my elderly aunt and uncle who had looked
after me following my parents' death. Dan wanted me to go with him but
family duty and the need as I thought to get my degree prevented me from
saying yes. Nevertheless I still hear from Dan and we exchange news and
information about our lives and loves and when we are in each other's
country we always meet up and reminisce (and sometimes more!) about the
good old days in London University.

THE END

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