Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2008 21:27:44 +0100
From: storyarc@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: First Freshman Fuck

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First Freshman Fuck


I went to university looking for sex. I wont deny it. I have always known I
was gay. I was never confused, and never shy about it. I had no illusions
about how this was going to be either. I didn't expect to have a hunky
roommate who would fall into my arms half hour after helping me unpack. It
was unlikely I would spot some sexy jock walking across campus who had
fought with all his sexual urges until I walked into his life, and I was
pretty sure a wouldn't be getting a lecturer sucking on my dick to up my
grades either.

I chose Manchester as my city of choice. It had a good reputation, is an
amazing city, and home to one of the biggest gay scenes in Europe. So with
10,000 gay guys to work my way through, I figured I was going to have my
hands full for the next 3 years.

Fresher's week came around soon enough and while most of the students went
to local bars to meet and greet, I dressed myself in some half decent
clobber and headed over to where the gay bars were. I was always proud of
the way I dressed and tonight I was out to impress. I chucked on the
obligatory white vest and some baggy denim jeans, made my hair look scruffy
cool and finished off with a leather effect style jacket before heading out
on my own to find me some fun. I had made a few friends so far since my
move, but they were all straight and I didn't mind going out alone.

It was easy enough to find the place. As soon as I heard Dancing Queen
playing out of one of the clubs I knew I had stepped over the rainbow. I
had no idea where was good so I let myself get dragged into the first bar I
came to along the strip. There was a drag queen outside pulling in punters
with the promise of a free shot, and it seemed as good a place as any to
start. I paid my door entry, got my hand stamped and walked into the bar.
Half of it was quiet, a bit like an old style country pub, the other half
was more of a disco area. It seemed quaint enough so I ordered a drink and
went to stand at the end of the dance floor.

There was plenty of eye candy on show but everyone seemed either paired up
or off their face already. A couple of older guys came over and tried a few
lines, but I politely declined and carried on watching the action. I
spotted a guy a recognised from my swim session the previous day and
decided to go over and say hi. He was very good looking, but not really my
type. He swam, like me, which gave us a bit of a common ground, but like
me, he had a very slim and defined swimmers build. I prefer my guys to be a
bit more muscly up top, and a hairy chest sends me right into orbit.

I walked over, careful not to get stepped on by a group of guys doing the
Time Warp, and tapped my acquaintance on the shoulder. It was a bit of a
risk really considering we hadn't spoken the day before, and he may not
even recognise me, but it was too late now, and as he turned to face me his
eyes lit up and he swung his arms around me. I could see some of his
friends eying me up curiously as their friend held onto me. When he finally
pulled away, he turned to his friends and beckoned them towards us.

"Guys, this is Ste, he is on the swim team with me."

His friends said a few polite hellos and then kinda carried on dancing
around us. I was a little shocked that he knew my name. I had no idea what
his was and felt rude asking.

"Hey man," I said, "sorry for interrupting you. I was just wondering if you
knew of any decent places to go around here?"

He looked me up and down, still smiling as though we were old friends and
he hadn't seen me for years.

"Stick with me fella, I will sort you out." he said, before grabbing my arm
and pulling me towards his friends. He said something to a few of them,
then dragged me out towards the door. When we got outside I asked where his
friends were.

"I told them I was taking you on a tour of Canal Street and I would be back
in a bit." he said sounding half excited, half drunk.

"I'm sorry" I said, "I don't even know your name." My cheeks flushed red
and he could tell I was embarrassed. He laughed a little before telling me
his name was Joel. We walked along making small talk about swimming and
studies until we came to a bar just up the road. I looked up at the sign
and saw it was called Queer. "that's a good start" I thought to myself as
we walked inside.

This place was a lot nicer than the first place I went into. A lot more
modern, and with a younger clientele. Without even thinking, my eyes
scanned the room for totty and they came down to rest on a guy stood alone
near the far wall. With the disco lights flashing and the people dancing
around it was hard to get a proper look, but I liked what I saw so far. He
stood at about 6ft3 with short cropped hair, black shades, a strong jaw
line with a bit of designer stubble around the chin and a big thick neck.
This guy worked out hard I could tell.

As we walked towards the bar, more of this guy came into view. His
shoulders were broad and covered with a black skin tight t-shirt. So
clichéd but hot nonetheless. His pecs were bulging and his body went down
in a v shape towards his denims. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I didn't
want to. But I was snapped out of my daze by Joel, asking me what I wanted
to drink. I gave him my order and waited. I kept staring at the guy who had
caught my attention until he came back with the drinks. I was being so
blatant, but I didn't care. I wasn't one for playing coy and pretending to
look away.  As soon as I saw what I wanted I went for it. When the hot guy
turned and caught my gaze, I held my stare strong, silently telling him he
was coming home with me. Sometimes all you need is a look. Words get in the
way of what a tongue could be doing, and by my look, he knew exactly what I
wanted. As we stared at each other, his lips turned up into a grin, and
that was all I needed. I dropped my stare and turned my back to face Joel.

"So you come here often?" I asked him, like a cheesy chat up line.

He told me the story of how he had always lived in Manchester, and decided
to study here because he loved the city so much. From what he was saying,
he knew every bar and club inside out, and knew exactly what places to be
seen in. I was glad when he told me about his boyfriend because it wouldn't
make anything awkward if he thought I may be interested in him. We chatted
for a while, and the more we talked the more I liked him. He seemed a
decent down to earth guy, if not maybe a little camp. But hey, camp never
harmed anyone, and he was a nice guy.  I could do with friends like him in
a new town.

Joel and I carried on chatting for a while longer, and all the while I
carried on ignoring the guy I had fucked with my eyes five minutes
previously. When Joel got a phone call and decided to take it outside, I
decided it would be a good time to go over and speak to the guy I had
spotted. There was a nervous 2 seconds where I worried that he would have
left without me noticing, but as I turned and looked at him he was still
staring my way with that cute little grin of his.

I made my way through the crowd of dancers and leaned against the wall next
to him. The walk over had given me plenty of opportunity to check him out
again, and the more I saw, the more I wanted. His arms were like tree
trunks and I couldn't help imagining him pinning me to the bed and fucking
me into next Friday.

"You on your own?" I asked nonchalantly, not even really looking at him.

"Yea." he replied. "That your boyfriend you were with earlier?" he asked
back, obviously referring to Joel.

"Just a friend." I replied. "showing me around. I'm new here."

"Funny, you walked in like you owned the bar." he responded with a laugh.

"Confidence is the key." I joked back.

Like every awkward conversation, the small talk was starting to bore me, so
I decided to take the initiative, and I grabbed his hand, leading him onto
the dance floor. I liked to dance, but in a room full of skinny twinks I
was worried this guy would stick out like a sore thumb. I needn't have
worried though because he was quite the mover. The music wore on and with
every beat we ground into each other, and danced like lovers. The thing is
though, we weren't. Yet.

Every now and then, I would move my head in such a way that it seemed like
I was going to kiss him, but every time he moved in to kiss me back I would
dance away, deliberately teasing him and building up the chase. He knew I
wanted him, but he was also starting to work out that he wasn't just going
to be able to have me. So I'm a cock tease. I know that. But I only tease
cocks that I want to play with.

Joel came back in saying that he would have to go get his friends, but we
swapped numbers and planned to text each other later on.  Once he had
headed back out the door, my guy went to the bar and got us a couple
drinks. We continued dancing, I continued teasing, and he continued plying
us full of vodka. The more I drank the more I danced. And the more I felt
his hard on, concealed in his jeans pressing up against me, the more I
teased. I could see the frustration building in his face, but I still
wouldn't let him kiss me. I wanted to work him up to the point where he
would start going wild.

After about another half hour of dancing, I wrapped my arms around his neck
and leaned in towards his lips. Just as he was about to kiss me, I moved my
mouth to his ear and whispered

"You wanna get out of here stud?"

It was all the encouragement he needed. He grabbed my arm so fast that I
dropped my glass and it smashed all over the floor. I couldn't help
giggling to myself as we pushed through the crowd and out onto the
street. Works like a charm every time. I didn't even have time to gather my
thoughts before he had me in the back of a taxi and was driving us off to
some unknown destination.

When we got to his place, I instantly recognised it. I had only lived
around here a few days, but the place he took me was the street behind my
dorms. "Very convenient" I mumbled to myself as he fumbled with his keys
and led me into his apartment. That was the last proper thought I managed
because as soon as the door was closed he threw me up against the wall and
pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. I didn't fight it, just let him kiss
me roughly as I kissed right back. I watched his arm muscles flex as he
pinned me to the wall, not letting up with his grip.

The kiss lasted for a few minutes before he started to pull my jacket down
from my shoulders and off my arms. I stood there kissing him in my vest and
baggy jeans and contemplated taking his t-shirt from him, but decided to
let him go on with his domination of me. When he finally let go of his grip
on me, he started fumbling with my jeans, feeling my hard on through the
denim and rubbing it up and down.

As he pulled his lips away and stopped kissing me, I just stood frozen to
the spot, stunned at how good it felt. Without speaking, he led me into a
room just off the hallway. He didn't turn the lights on but from the dimly
lit street lights pouring through the window I could see it was his
kitchen. His apartment was nicely decorated, and looked very expensive. The
finer details of the layout were lost as he pushed me into one of the work
tops and started kissing me again. There were no words. Just noises of lust
as he drove his tongue deep into my mouth. His hands were pulling my vest
up and exploring my body. He felt along the trail of hair that led down
into my pants and back up towards my nipples, pinching them hard and making
me moan into his kiss.

At first I was using my hands to balance myself on the worktop but when I
felt I had steadied myself, I reached out and felt his body. His torso was
hard under his shirt and I could feel the contours and ridges of his
muscles.  He kept pushing my hands down towards his cock, but I kept
pulling them back to his stomach, carrying on with my teasing. I wanted to
work him just enough so that he would fuck me senseless. I reached under
his vest and felt his stomach. He was coated in hair and it felt amazing as
I rubbed my fingers through it.

It didn't take long for him to find his way back down to my denims, and
with one quick motion my belt was quickly unbuckled. With the force of a
bear, he yanked down my jeans and ausiebums letting my raging hard on
spring lose and slap against my abs. I was proud of my 8" and thought he
would be too, but he didn't even look at it. He reached out and wrapped his
fist around it, yanking back and forth, rolling my foreskin up over the
head and back down. He held on to my dick for all he was worth and his
tight grip got me into such a frenzy that I was meeting each of his strokes
with hard thrusts. By the time I reached forward for his belt, he had
already undone it and had his trousers around his knees.  I grabbed hold of
his throbbing cock and felt it pulse in my palm. His dick was thick as fuck
and I had trouble getting my hands around it. It was probably about 6
inches long, but the thickness is what was really getting me off. I
couldn't wait to feel him stretch my tight hole with his dick and fuck me
hard.

The frenzy of the foreplay had us both panting and sweating, and we grabbed
at each others cocks like we were fighting for our last meal. without
warning, he grabbed my head and shoved me down so that I was facing his fat
prick. I didn't need encouragement to eagerly take it into my mouth and
within a second I was eagerly gobbling on his tool. He wasn't long enough
to really gag me, which is a good job because he had a hold of the back of
my head and was fucking my throat like a ramrod. I slurped and sucked and
tasted his pre-cum as it leaked out of his dick. I reached up and grabbed
his balls and began rolling them between my fingers. They were hairy and I
wanted to lick them so bad, but I couldn't get my mouth off his dick long
enough to give it a go.

When he finally let go of my head, he quickly pulled me up to eye level and
started kissing me again. I was sure he could taste his dick on my tongue
and I loved the thought of it. As we were kissing, he was manoeuvring me
further into the kitchen. Before he had even pulled his tongue from my
mouth, he spun me around and slammed me face down over a breakfast bar. I
was pinned over and loving every second of it. I felt his fingers begin to
play with my hole and I was aching for him to put them inside me and fuck
me with them, but he only explored a little before pulling them away. He
let up on his grip a little before I felt him breathing near my fuck
tunnel. With one hand he reached around and started whacking me off and he
used the other to plug my hole as he dove his tongue in and licked and
sucked on my ass. It felt amazing and I was letting out loud moans as he
did so. I could feel the rush building in my balls and knew if he kept it
up I would end up unloading my nuts.

I didn't have to worry too much though because as quickly as he had
started, he pulled his tongue away and moved away from me. I stayed bent
over the breakfast bar, trousers around my knees and shirt hitched up to my
tits while he went and got something from a cupboard. To this day I have no
idea what it was, but he wasted no time in rubbing it against my hole and
lubing me up good. I scooped some away from my ass and grabbed hold of his
dick, making sure it was good and greased up. He pulled my hand away after
a short while and started to aim himself at my hole. I had taken a few big
dicks in my time, but this was by far the thickest. He grabbed onto my hips
to steady himself and slowly began to inch into me. The feeling was amazing
and I clenched my ass muscles to tease him as he went in. it struck me that
this was the only time in the whole night that he had been gentle with
me. I preferred it rough anyways.

When his dick was buried deeply in my ass, he let go of my waist and stood
still for a second. I could feel his pubes brushing against my ass and I
clenched around his dick to get him moving. Any thought that this was about
to get tame got thrown out of the window when he quickly grabbed the back
of my neck and pinned me down to the worktop. My hands flung out in front
of me and grabbed on to either side of the breakfast bar as he began to
gain speed and pound in and out of my hole. With every thrust my dick was
rubbing up against the unit and causing an immense feeling in my nut
sack. With his left hand pressing my head down into the counter, he used
his right hand to pinch on my nipples. His grip on me was so tight that he
had a job getting his hand under me to get to them, but he managed it
somehow.

The feeling of orgasm was building and building and I knew I was going to
shoot a hot sticky load pretty soon. I worked every muscle in my ass to try
and make him bust his nut inside me and I could tell it was working by the
moans.  He thrust into me with such force that I was sure I would have
bruises across my ribs from where I was bashing into the breakfast bar, but
I didn't care an ounce. I love showing off my war wounds after a good hard
fucking.

The need to let loose a bucket load of cum became too much to bear and as
he picked up his pace and grunted that he was going to shoot his load, I
knew I could take no more. As my hard prick rubbed up and down between me
and the cupboard supporting the breakfast bar I felt my balls tighten and I
let out an almighty moan as I unleashed my junk and sprayed rope after rope
of hot jizz out of my dick. It covered my lower stomach, pubes, dick and
balls, and the more he fucked me, the more it was being rubbed over the
cupboard.

I was on a high from the fucking I was getting, and my orgasm was so
intense. I kept clenching my ass around his fat throbbing cock and I felt
him finally unload jets of warm spunk deep into my gut. My hole was on fire
and I loved every last second of it. I could feel his dick throbbing inside
me and getting slicker as he got softer, before he finally pulled it out of
me and fell back onto a stool. My ass felt empty and I could feel his seed
start to leak out of me.

I stayed in the same position for a few minutes, smiling to myself and
unable to move from the ravaging my ass had just taken. When I finally did
move everything ached. I pulled my jeans up from around my ankles and made
my self look presentable. If this is the start of what Manchester has to
offer then I was going to be one very happy chappy. I couldn't wait to go
out again tomorrow night.

I turned and flashed a smile at my stud, then turned and headed out of his
apartment. I shut the door and headed home. I didn't even ask his name.

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