A First Time ror Everything
By Fergie Boy
Copyright Fergie Boy, 2009
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Chapter 1 - Early Days and a Chance Encounter
Hello! My name is Clark; and I am your narrator for this set of tales. These are my stories of sexual initiation. Nothing terribly unusual in them I’m sorry to say - other than the fact that they are mine.
Clark! Yes that’s right.
I hate my bloody name!
It’s my mum’s fault. She’s really into old movies and Clark Gable is her favourite actor. Rhett Butler in ‘Gone with the Wind’; I must have seen it a dozen times. She thought it would be a good idea to name me after him; silly cow!
I ended up being called superman at school! And sadly it wasn’t because of my stunning physique: it was because I wore glasses and was a bit of a geek - it wasn’t the superhero I reminded the other kids of; it was his goofy alter ego, and alternative namesake, Clark Kent, that they all saw when the looked at me. They called me superman to take the piss!
Bastards! The whole bloody lot of them!
I hated school. I wasn’t really bullied; not like in some of the horror stories I’ve heard; but I was given a rough time because I was smart and wore glasses and had a stupid geeky name... Oh, yeah; and because all the kids thought I must be gay because I didn’t go out with girls - they were right of course, but I never owned up to such a thing. Life at school was hard enough without volunteering to be queer bashed every day.
I did make a token effort to deflect suspicion and test out what I knew would never work. I tried kissing a few girls; but I found it all pretty boring; so I left it be. Other boys, of course, were strictly off limits. It was a rough school that I went to and if there were any other gay lads like me; they kept their head down. So I was still a virgin by the time I left home and went to university at the tender age of eighteen.
Perhaps it was a mistake going to Stirling; the smallest of the Scottish universities, set in a campus outside of the town. There was no gay scene in the town what so ever, and hardly anything to speak off on campus; but I was so entrenched in the closet at the time, I didn’t think about that. I liked the idea of the campus; it had a holiday camp atmosphere and seemed like the easiest place for a shy lad like me to integrate into. I should have elected for Edinburgh or Glasgow; then I could have gone to a gay bar on my first Saturday night in town... and hey presto! New teenage meat on the market; I would have got fucked no problem, and my virginity would have been a thing of the past. I would have been launched like a missile into an orbit of sexual adventure; spent most of my student days on my back with a big stud ramming up my ass. But I was too shy to make such a move. So I went to Stirling and stayed in the closet and spent most of my early student days sitting in classes and the library.
What an idiot I was in those days! I had brains, but I was still a fool. I’ll let you judge for yourself come the end of this tale whether anything has changed.
But maybe it was all for the best. I was too naive to take the big plunge. I could have ended up in a lot of trouble if I had tried to go too fast. The sexual adventures to be had in the big cities could have turned very sour for someone like me.
Who knows? No point worrying about it. It is history now and I can’t change any of it. Hindsight is a tool to be used for the future, not the past. Stirling worked out okay. I did find it easy to integrate, and I made friends who helped me come out of my introverted shell. I probably needed friends more at that stage in my life than some casual shags - although a bit of both would have been nice. I was eighteen and healthy, which means randy as fuck, yet I still lacked the courage to be open about my nature and try to get myself laid.
I did try a woman. What a bloody disaster that turned out to be! I was as pissed as a fart- well I would have had to be to try something like that, which probably didn’t help; but I’m sure I still wouldn’t have got it up even if I was sober. We fumbled around naked in the dark. I felt her tits which were all spongy and most unpleasant, and tickled her fanny which made her giggle... and made my cock shrivel in horror. That was the end of it really - there was no way I was ever going to get hard, so I conveniently fell asleep and blamed it all on the drink. It was hideously embarrassing and I never tried it again. There’s a first time for everything, I suppose... and a last!
It was a combination of things that led to my first proper sexual experience with a man. First of all, I increased the likelihood of attracting a partner by changing my geeky image. In true superman Clark fashion, I cast off my glasses and got myself some contact lenses. Getting rid of the specks transformed my face. I was so short sighted, I had never really noticed before, but I was actually pretty good looking once the bottle tops were removed. Suddenly I was attracting a fair bit of attention, from pesky women sadly, but it was a start!
And the other thing I did was tone up my body through a variety of sports. That was one of the big pluses of campus life; so many things available. I tried out lots of new sports; karate, basketball, volleyball and squash, to add to the tennis which I already played and the swimming which I loved and could now do every day. I got really into it all, compensating for the lack of sexual exertion with more noble activity. By springtime I was blossoming like the fruit that I was and had developed a pretty good physique, which sadly remained as pure as the driven snow. But I had turned into quite a desirable young lad, even if I say so myself. I was six feet tall with a trim muscular body, dark brown hair and dark soulful eyes; two peaches for an ass - the squash and tennis did that, and a hungry eight inch cock which was usually hard. I was still eighteen, which can be a bloody good age; something was bound to happen. And of course... it did!
As is often the case in such things, it happened rather indirectly and very unexpectedly. I had arranged to play a squash match quite late in the evening but my opponent cried off at the last minute citing an essay that he needed to write; though I suspect he actually wanted to go to the pub. I decided to take the court anyway and practice. It was late and there was no one else about, so I actually stayed on court much longer than I would have done if I had played the match. Fate contrived to place me there at that time.
After my practice session I headed off to the locker room for a shower. It was after ten o’clock by this point and I expected the place to be deserted. The squash courts were set in an annexe well away from the main sports complex, so there were never many people around even at peak periods. But as I entered the locker room I was surprised to hear water running in the shower area, either someone was there or some idiot had left a shower running.
I got out of my kit pretty sharpish, eager to see who was there. This was one of my little treats, checking out the guys in the locker room and the showers. I loved it. All that fit naked male flesh on display, which provided me with endless material for my daily wanks. I wanted to get in there before the mystery man finished his shower and decided to leave. I hoped I might be lucky and get an eyeful of some horny young student.
Boy, did I get a surprise when I entered the shower area and saw who was standing there gloriously in the buff. It wasn’t a horny young student; it was Bill McLean!
Dr. Bill McLean to give him his full title; heartthrob of the Psychology department and star of many a teenage wank. I had certainly jerked off plenty of times thinking about Bill McLean, and intended to be doing so again that night with a heck of a lot more material to base my fantasies upon.
He was so, so dishy! All the girls in my Psychology class ranted on about him endlessly. I would have done the same if I had been brave enough to be open about my sexuality, but all I did was secretly agree.
Despite the Scottish name, sexy Bill was actually Canadian, and his accent made him all the more exotic. He was a well built hunk, standing at just over six feet, and relatively young for a doctor, easily still in his twenties. He was really handsome; jet black hair which he kept fairly long and eyes which were equally black. I was hypnotised during his lectures looking at that face. I doubt I ever registered a word he said - all I could think about was stripping him naked and having him between my legs.
And there he was, standing naked before me; looking even sexier that I had dared to imagine. Hairier as well from the first impression I got of the front of his body before he turned away. No problem there for me; I like a bit of body hair on a man, as long as it’s not too extreme.
Having gawped at this vision of sexiness for a moment, stunned at my good fortune, I managed to recover from the initial shock and entered the enclosure. There were five shower heads to choose from, arranged on three walls of the rectangular room. I elected for the one furthest from Bill, on the opposite wall. My heart was pounding as I turned on the water; excitement and childish nervousness making it race. It was also making my cock fill up with blood at an alarming rate and I feared I might make a fool of myself. Getting an erection in front of one of your teachers was probably not the smartest thing to do; especially when he happens to be a doctor of Psychology! He would have me sussed out in a flash.
But it was too good an opportunity to miss out on - Bill McLean was naked a few yards away from me; I had to balls it out and have a sneaky look at his body.
I showered for a few minutes facing away from him, lathered myself up and enjoyed the feel of the water cascading down my body. I somehow managed to get my cock under control then I dared to turn round and glance in Bill’s direction. He was still facing away, so this gave me the perfect opportunity to check out his ass. It looked very nice: white like the rest of his skin, but unlike his front, there was little in the way of hair. His ass was smooth and full and very pert; a real treat to fuck and no mistake. I would certainly have been up for a good poke at Bill’s ass. I really was quite a sight!
Of course I was finding this all very arousing, but thankfully my cock was behaving itself enough for me to risk turning around to have a full on view. But as I did so, Bill turned as well. I instinctively looked away; odd but true - I didn’t want him to catch me gazing at his cock, so I raised my eyes to his face. As luck would have it, he was rinsing shampoo out of his hair and his eyes were closed as he stood directly under the water. I breathed a sigh of relief, then realising the situation, took advantage and checked out his frontage.
What can I say! He was a remarkable specimen of manhood, surpassing all my expectations. He had a sleek mat of black hair which ran from his neck all the way down to the bottom of his rib cage, then tapered off to a band running down to his navel and beyond to his thick thatch of curly black pubes. Thankfully his nipples weren’t in the slightest disguised by all this sexy fur; they were clearly visible and looked big and erect, sitting proud on his meaty pecs. It was a glorious sight; seeing his chest alone would have made my night and have furnished me with endless erotic fantasies, but it was nothing compared to what I saw standing proud and fully erect at the top of his legs.
Yes! I know. I almost feinted with shock. Bill McLean, arguably the sexiest man on campus, was standing opposite me with a raging hard on!
Naturally I sneaked a good eyeful. It didn’t occur to me that I was intended to do more than look. Such an innocent I was in those days.
The angle of view foreshortened the cock a little, but it was impressive none the less: a good eight and a half inches if not more. It was the first time I had seen an erect cock in the flesh, other than my own, and I was totally transfixed. It was light brown at the base and rosy pink at its circumcised head; a natural kink which favoured the right, and an incredible tube running up the centre, bulging out from the hairy ball sack all the way to the top. I stared at it, time suddenly meant nothing, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the glory of Bill McLean’s fabulous erection.
Then I saw a hand stroking it. I froze, not daring to look up to the face that I knew would be looking at me. My own cock was rapidly stiffening, blood coursing in and engorging it to its own impressive length. I watched in fascination as the throbbing member, which was only a few yards away from me, was massaged and the hairy balls beneath it were given a good rub and pulled down within their sack. I didn’t dare move. I had no idea what to do. I knew what I wanted to do but was too afraid to take the initiative. Instead of acting on this open invite, I stupidly thought this must be some trap. How on earth could anything happen between me and Bill McLean? Surely he was way out of my league.
Silly lad that I was!
I was eighteen for heaven’s sake with a trim tasty body. One should never underestimate the attraction of eighteen year old flesh for some men; no matter how horny the older man may look. Eighteen is a trump card that most eighteen year olds don’t realise they posses until it’s too late in the game to play it.
I stood gawping, a mixture of terror and excitement rooting me to the spot. Then the spell was broken when Bill turned away and once more I was staring at his ass. I assumed I had missed my chance, if an invitation had been made, I had impotently declined - and Bill McLean wasn’t the sort of man that needs to beg. I turned away as well and got under the shower and decided to stay there until he left. It was the only positive action I could think to make.
My cock was rigid by this point; it was so hard it hurt and it was more by instinct that I reached down to give it a stroke and bring some relief. It probably looked like I was teasing him in return, but in fact it was an innocent action. Either way, it seemed to do the trick!
It could only have been half a minute later that my whole body jerked in shock as I was awoken from my reverie by a different hand. It was placed on top of mine and prised it off my cock.
“Let me do that for you,” said a gruff Canadian voice. Then his hand was grasping my cock, gently jerking it up and down, and his hairy chest was brushing against my back. A moment later I let out a gasp as I felt his cock pressing against my ass cheek.
He was so assertive, taking control like that; but he was doing nothing I wasn’t happy about. The sensation of his hand holding my cock was mind-blowing; so different from my own hand - the physical feel of it wrapped around my shaft and the mental buzz of knowing it was alien flesh, that it was Bill McLean’s flesh that grappled with my boyish manhood.
I arched my head back and surrendered totally, pressed myself into his wet body, rubbed my back against his chest to absorb its hirsute expanse, and wriggled my ass instinctively against his throbbing dick.
I wondered how far Bill intended to take this; the way he was prodding his cock into my ass, suggested he wanted to go all the way. I was an innocent virgin, a naive lad, but I knew enough to realise that allowing him to fuck me, here in the showers, without any protection would be wrong. I was gagging to lose my cherry, and Bill McLean was the stuff of dreams to take it from me; but how stupid it would be to get infected on my first time. Bill was an intelligent man and I was sure he wouldn’t put me at risk, but I still withdrew a little, wary in my mind. But the feel of his hand as he jerked my cock, and the biting that he had started on my neck, was so exciting, I doubt if I would have been able to say no to Bill McLean if he had insisted on putting his bare cock up my ass.
He teased me with his cock, at first pressing it firmly into my cheeks then he centred on my ass and ran his ample length up and down my crack. I could sense its virility, the shaft spreading my buttocks and the glans prodding at my virginal pucker. I so wanted him to fuck me, what a dream come true that would be - Bill McLean as the first man to shag me. But I knew it would be wrong to do it without a condom. I wasn’t going to throw my life away before it had started. So I reached round and took his cock in my hand and moved it away.
“Yeah, you’re right,” he hoarsely grumbled. “Nice ass though. I don’t suppose you’ve got a rubber with you?”
God! His voice drove me wild. I almost relented and steered his cock back to my hole; but the moment passed and instead I turned round. That way I could face him and see the glory of his body and at the same time protect my ass from an impetuous move.
“Afraid not,” I managed to say as I looked at his sexy face and saw the lust that was burning in his eyes.
“Shame,” he said once I was facing him. “But not to worry; that’s a nice cock as well. Lean against the wall and let me give it a suck.”
I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t really know what to expect, but I hadn’t expected this. I wasn’t going to complain, though. I leaned backwards as he had asked and watched in amazement as Bill McLean sank to his knees and took my cock once more in his hand. He stroked it up and down, sizing it up then in one deftly manoeuvre which took me totally by surprise, he took the whole length of my cock into his mouth and swallowed the glans down his throat.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out, my legs buckling at the intensity of the moment. Every nerve ending in my body fired off. I reached out to prise him away, it was simply too much to bear, I thought I was going to explode, it felt so good.
I watched on transfixed as Bill released half of my cock then repeated his action a couple of times, taking me all the way down, pressing his nose into my pubes and his chin into my churning balls. I was gasping for air, trying to cope with the sensations, trying to hold back and not fire off straight away and bring this incredible experience to an untimely end. But I needn’t have worried, because of course Bill McLean was a consummate cock sucker, he knew what he was doing and could probably sense where I was at. Thankfully he didn’t want me to come too soon either.
Having blown my mind with this first ever deep throating of my cock, Bill slowed things down and withdrew for a moment. He held my shaft at the base and inspected my cock at close quarters, a man clearly in no rush to get on with things. He gave the shaft a few licks, sending shockwaves through my body with each contact he made; then he moved up to the head and took it once again into his mouth. This time he lingered on my glans, licking it all over, and teasing his tongue into the eye. He sucked on the knob whilst gently massaging the shaft with one hand, and with the other he played with his own cock and balls.
I wished that I could do that for him, wank him whilst he sucked on my cock, but the position didn’t allow for it and I didn’t dare move; I was enjoying my first blowjob far too much. So I just let Bill play with himself as he licked his way slowly back down my shaft, leaving a glistening coating of saliva behind.
Then came another first, Bill’s tongue was on my balls, now that was so much more thrilling than I had ever expected. I had naturally played with my balls, rubbed them and stroked them, but I had never replicated anything like this. I had no idea the scrotal skin was so sensitive, and that it and the balls within would yield such pleasure when expertly worked on.
And Bill McLean was a master! I was a very lucky lad indeed to have fallen into his web for this my initiation into the joys of oral sex. Few men have since matched him when it came to sucking cock and balls. He tickled my balls with the tip of his skilful tongue, flicking over them with reptilian dexterity. He lapped at my dangling scrotum, nuzzling his nose into the base of my cock, before taking each of my tingling nuts into his mouth and flicking around them with his tongue.
Bill treated me to the full works, gobbling away at my balls, turning them really tender. He squeezed them, gently at first, no doubt realising my novice status and not wanting to push too far too quickly. But as my moans of pleasure persisted, he increased the pressure and treated me further by pulling them downwards with his mouth, stretching the sack, introducing a little pain. I sort of enjoyed it at first, but it was too much for me to get into on my very first time. I tensed with the increased pressure, and Bill sensed my reluctance to step further with him down that particular path.
He released my balls and resumed his work on my cock, sucking hard on my glans then sucking hard on the shaft as he took the length gradually down again. It was so beautiful, and I was prepared for it this time; experienced Clark had already been here before and knew of the pleasure to be had when a throat wraps itself around your knob.
Bill held me in his gullet for what felt like an eternity. I lost track of time in that frozen moment. I also lost track of his hands for a few seconds and barely registered their change of position. Bill released his cock, and placed his hands on my ass. He stroked my cheeks and slowly worked his way to the centre where a finger found my puckered hole. I took notice of his hands then! For the first time in my life - a man was about to enter my body.
Bill pulled his face back from my groin so he could gulp some air, then he swallowed me down again. He pulled me inwards as he grappled with my ass and caused me to make a few thrusts. I couldn’t believe it. I was fucking his mouth. My cock was slithering in and out of his throat. It was heavenly beyond belief. Then Bill took my already soaring body to another level when he pushed a single finger through my tight puckered ring and forced it into my virginal chute, where only my own fingers had ever gone before.
There was no way I was ever going to hold back from here on in, it was sensational beyond belief. My whole body was tingling and my tender balls felt fit to burst. I rested my hands on Bill’s head and thrust at his mouth, pure instinct driving me on. Bill seemed to be happy about the shafting, taking it all in his stride, gasping for air when my cock was withdrawn then relaxing his throat as I thrust back in. It was such an incredible thrill to be doing this, but to be doing it here, in a communal shower, with one of my lecturers - the fabulous Bill McLean, was beyond a young virgin’s comprehension. But I had no thoughts any more, only a burning need to pump into Bill’s mouth and fire off my first load into someone’s body.
Bill was encouraging me, helping me get there and having some fun of his own. He was groping at my ass cheeks and that finger was wriggling around up my chute, driving me crazy. Then sensing the moment, like the master cock sucker he was, Bill centred the pad of his finger tip over my prostate and pressed hard as he circled around.
I gasped out loud, my whole body shaking in spasm at the explosion it caused in my groin. No one had ever mentioned that to me! It took me totally by surprise. I almost blanked out but carried on thrusting; an innate reaction as I felt my balls contract and ride up into my body. Then I grasped Bill by the hair and pulled him inwards as I shot my spunk down his gullet.
“Oh! Oh! Oh fuck! Oh! Oh! Aaaaargh!” I cried, as I stabbed at his throat and he frigged my chute hard, another finger went in to join the first.
I was totally lost, my whole body tensed as wave after wave of spunk coursed out. I sensed Bill manipulating my body, accepting the first wave down his throat then pushing me away so I was spurting into his mouth. I cared little where I was firing, it was all so incredible. I was still ejaculating when he pushed me fully away, my head thrown back and eyes firmly closed. With my cock released I looked down and saw Bill holding my rigid member as a spurt shot out and hit him in the face. I was amazed. This god of a man was kneeling before me and my cum was dribbling down his nose and cheek. Another blast shot out, hitting his brow and his hair, then he took my glans back into his mouth and made me shiver as he sucked me dry. It was the most perfect moment of my life up to that point. I had come in Bill McLean’s mouth!
I slumped against the wall. It was such a delirious feeling - Bill sucking gently on my ever so sensitive knob and fingering my hole. I was drifting away on the ecstasy of it all. Then the fingers were withdrawn and my softening cock was released. Bill stood up and faced me. It was then that he made the moment complete by taking my face in his hands and kissing me on the mouth. It was so sensuous, his tongue invading me, fencing with my tongue and exploring all around, our saliva mingling and the taste of my own spunk still lingering. I thought I was in heaven; he was so sweet and tender. Then he quickly put it all into perspective.
Bill pulled his mouth away and nipped along my chin until his mouth was at my ear. His hands were once more on my ass cheeks and that finger was knocking again at the door of my chute.
“I really want to fuck you now, but that wouldn’t be too smart without a rubber, I suppose. So I’ll have to settle on the blowjob.”
Oh well, that put an end to my budding romantic thoughts. But not to worry, I was happy enough at the prospect of getting my lips round Bill’s lovely cock. I was a little worried that he wouldn’t be over impressed by my inexperience, but sod it: there has to be a first time for everything, and Bill McLean would be the first man whose cock I sucked. I was definitely up for having a go. My own cock was hardening again at the thought.
I quickly decided that mimicking would be a good idea now that it was my turn to do some work, but I thought it best not to copy everything Bill had done to me. Swallowing his cock down my throat was something I would ease into, not tackle straight away.
I got on my knees in front of Bill, who had taken my position leaning against the wall between two of the shower heads. I gasped at the sight in front of me: Bill’s cock seemed so big and vibrantly angry, a beast of a thing, both beautiful and dangerous. I just looked at it for a while, the first hard cock I had ever seen in the flesh now only inches away from my face. It was gorgeous: a thick shaft of creamy brown skin with only a few narrow protruding veins to disturb the sleekness of its line. And incredibly long - I doubted I would manage to take it fully in my mouth, but was resolved to give it a try. The glans was so pretty: a rosy pink bulbous head, ridging wide over the shaft then tapering to a generous eye.
Holding the cock by the base, I brought it forwards and took the oozing plum in my mouth. It was my first taste of cock, and it had me totally hooked. The pre-cum was like nectar: I wanted more.
Instinct took over, thank goodness! I had never really thought how I would tackle a blowjob, but it seemed to come quite naturally. I started by sucking the glans gently and tonguing it all over, finding the eye and penetrating it. I thought this might cause pain so I was tentative at first, but I was stunned by how much of my tongue Bill could take.
“Oh yeah!” I heard him gasp as I probed him deep. He obviously enjoyed it, so I gave his some more. I practically fucked his cock with my tongue, I got so carried away!
“Easy there!” he eventually cautioned me, his hand touching my head to emphasise the point. Bill clearly had his limits, and I needed to remember this was a very sensitive organ I had in my mouth.
Unperturbed by this mild reprimand, I released the glans so I could lick up and down the length, massaging the cock with one hand as I did so, and feeling Bill’s arse with the other, pulling him closer so the cock was firm against my face.
I smothered my face against the throbbing phallus as Bill had done to me, mimicking his actions as a way to learn. I licked randomly all over the hard shaft and teased the glans with my finger tips, coaxing out a little more juice which I gleefully drank. Eventually I nuzzled my way down the shaft and found a hairy sack with two large balls primed and loaded, ready to fire. I lapped at them, biting gently on the skin whilst wanking Bill’s cock and caressing his smooth meaty ass.
I was getting totally lost; God knows how long I spent on Bill’s balls, taking them into my mouth for a suck, and giving them a little squeeze to see if he enjoyed some pain. I could have stayed down there for hours, worshipping those genitals and learning how to pleasure a man, but Bill was of a different view. He had allowed me to experiment enough.
“That’s good; but time to move on,” he said. “I want my cock in your mouth. I want to fuck it.”
I was a little apprehensive. I wasn’t sure I could handle it. But there was no way I was going to back out. He had let me fuck his mouth and come down his throat. It was only fair he do the same to me. And I wanted it, despite my fears. I leaned backwards and once again gazed at the marvellous piece of manhood before me. I held it again by the base and pulled the cock down so it was aimed at my open mouth. With one hand I held the cock in place and with the other I pulled on a meaty ass cheek and coaxed it forward so the cock slid into my mouth; only the glans at first, sucking and licking on it, chewing it with my teeth. Then I leaned further forwards and at the same time pressed on the arse cheek so that the whole length of cock went gliding all the way to the back of my mouth, and I tried to relax as Bill thrust gently with his hips, forcing his way into my gullet.
But it was so big; I gagged immediately, spluttering at the shock of this invasion. Bill withdrew straight away, and once I had recovered he cupped me under the chin with his hand and pulled my face up to look at him.
“Is this your first time?” he asked.
“Sorry,” I sheepishly replied, mortified that he had sussed me out and I was failing miserably in satisfying him.
“Don’t be silly. You should have said.”
“You might have stopped. Please don’t. Let me try again, please. I’ll be ready this time.”
“Are you sure?”
“Certain. Just take it easy at first.”
“Good.”
There was an animal need in his voice as he agreed, and I was so relieved to hear it, and determined to succeed this time in taking his cock. He entered me again, easing his way ever so gently to the back of my mouth, stroking my hair; wiping away all the fear. He slid in and out of me for a few minutes; groaning as he did so - I hoped it was for real. Then when I was fully relaxed and accepting his cock; he held my head firm in his hands and pushed so the glans slid a little way down my throat; he held it there for only a few seconds then fully withdrew from my mouth.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Yeah! Fuck it’s good!”
And I meant it. Having got over the initial shock; the feel of Bill’s cock filling up my mouth and penetrating my throat was superb. It was a real buzz, more mental that physical; being used but appreciated. My cock was rigid, fit to explode; it was such a turn on for me.
He thrust again, slightly deeper this time and for slightly longer. He pulled out of my throat but kept my mouth full of cock, and told me to breathe. He heard me do so, then thrust again, this time forcing all the way in; his hairy stomach crashing into my brow and his thick curly pubes scratching my nose.
Then Bill, realising I was handling it, intensified his thrusting, ramming harder and holding longer with each new stroke. I had a brief moment of panic, thinking that he might lose control and cause me some serious harm as he plundered my mouth. But there was no need to worry, I was in the hands of a master, a worthy exponent of the art of fucking a throat without causing the recipient much discomfort. Bill’s glans slid down and was enveloped by my gullet, but was always withdrawn just in time to prevent a gag. I managed to suck air in as his cock was drawn out, he always allowed me enough time for a breath, then he was ramming back home.
As the mouth fuck progressed, Bill’s thrusting became more erratic, and breathing was a little trickier, but I was so carried away by this time, I cared little for my own comfort; my own cock was throbbing and ready to fire off again. I could hear Bill growling as his thrusting intensified, his balls were slamming into my chin. I tried to keep relaxed and accept it, knowing that he was about to come.
I was jerking furiously on my own cock and stupidly got my timing wrong. I was so excited by the mouth fuck; I shot another load onto the floor before Bill had fired off into me. I think he sensed what had happened, but it probably didn’t make any difference, he was so close anyway.
I was still ejaculating, pumping out my second load onto the wet tiles, when I heard Bill yell and felt the spunk course along his tube and blast into my gullet. I was totally unprepared and gagged again, clenching my throat muscles around Bill’s tender knob. He gave me another thrust, pumped another blast into my stomach, then at last pulled out. He grabbed his cock and slapped it across my face, another surprise that sharpened my mind and brought me fully alert. I looked on with wonder as he stood before me, wanking his cock as the final bursts shot out. Two beautiful white arcs of spunk flew into the air and landed on my face.
I stayed where I was for a few minutes, just looking at Bill’s cock as I felt his spunk dribble down my cheeks. I wanted to memorise the sight, to etch this moment into my brain, a memory forever fresh. I wasn’t sure what to do anyway. What was I suppose to say: thank you? That sounded a bit lame. So I did and said nothing; just waited on Bill taking the lead.
Eventually he reached down and helped me to my feet. He eased me under the shower and cleaned us both up. I helped out, lathering his body and washing him again. All the while I was wondering what he had thought: if he had enjoyed it as much as I did... if he wanted to do some more, take me home and fuck me, perhaps. He did say that he had wanted to get up my ass. I prayed that he still wanted to do so now that he had come.
Stupid notions ran through my head. Bill would take me home and take my anal cherry, we would spend hour after hour fucking then I would fall asleep in his arms, my head resting on his hairy chest. I would become the envy of every girl and woman on the campus, and quite a few men as well no doubt, when it became known that I was Bill McLean’s boyfriend. In another five minutes I would have had us married and living happily ever after.
Silly tart!
But then reality descended when the showering came to an end and Bill headed into the locker room to get changed. I followed him, hoping for a proposal: my ass ring round his cock if not some gold round my finger; I would have settled on anything as long as it was something more. But little more was said, and nothing was proposed.
I kicked myself later; why didn’t I ask him? I should have said I wanted to take things further, meet up and have that shag. But I was too shy. Can you believe that? After all that we had done - I was still too shy to ask him: to offer him my ass and the virginity I still maintained.
He might have gone for it if I had made the offer; that night, or arranged for some other time. But I was too shy and insecure, and Bill was a god in my eyes; I didn’t dare make any suggestion. And I thought that it was for him to ask me, not the other way round: silly lad that I was in those days.
He got dressed then he left with a wave of his hand - not even a thank you or a pretence that we would meet again.
I left five minutes later with a huge smile on my face, even though my silly dreams were left unrealised. Of course I was not destined to be his boyfriend and the envy of the campus. I was nothing more to him than a bit of fun that he had amused himself with for half an hour. But I was still smiling, because I had had my fun as well. Not as much as I would have liked, and I feared that my cherry would now go to a lesser man; but it was a hell of a good start to a sex life. Bill had set me on the path to sexual adventure; I had an experience under my belt. I had taken my first taste of what gay sex had to offer - and by God; I wanted a lot more!
Chapter 2 - The Weighbridge
I knew it was silly, but I still hoped that I would see Bill again. He wasn’t the sort of man you give up on easily. I booked a few late evening squash courts to practice on my own, in the hope of bumping into him in the locker room, but had no such luck. I made a point of passing his office, taking detours to do so on my way to classes, in the off chance he might spot me and ask me for a date or something stupid like that; or even better, invite me in and fuck me over his desk. This nonsense carried on for a couple of weeks, then I realised that an obsession might be developing and I knew I had to let it go before it got out of hand. I had to accept what I already knew - that our chance encounter was a bit of fun and nothing more. I was there and available when he was feeling randy one night, and that was it: there would be no great romance.
But I had no regrets; I had a great time with Bill and our encounter gave me the confidence to seek out more.
Sadly there wasn’t too much on offer. I was still closeted, though I suspect my friends were starting to guess. I was a good looking bloke who took no interest in girls; it wasn’t that difficult to work out. But no one pushed me on the matter; which I appreciated. It was for me to put my hand up when I felt ready; and I wasn’t quite ready during that first year away from home.
I hoped that perhaps I might strike lucky again in the showers; if not with the fabulous Bill McLean, then with someone else. Surely there must be other horny guys who fancied a bit of fun after a work out or a game.
I approached the showers with this new view in mind; had a little play with myself when there was only one other guy around; but no one took the bait if they worked out what I was about. No one punched me in the face either; so at least it didn’t all tragically backfire.
I drifted through the remainder of my first year getting progressively more frustrated; perhaps a night out in Glasgow or Edinburgh was the answer: a birthday treat perhaps as I reached nineteen. But with exam season approaching it was a distraction I couldn’t afford. I was also totally broke and running up some scary debts; so nights out on the town, staying in a hotel and hitting some bars and a club was a bit unrealistic given my sad financial situation. It would all have to wait until the summer when hopefully I would get a job and earn some cash.
Given my poverty, I had no alternative but to go home to my parents for the summer break. But it wasn’t so bad; I had free board and lodgings and some decent cooked food for a change. Mum naturally spoiled me rotten; and dad, God bless him, dear old dad; he was my saviour... because he got me a job!
He got me a job in a quarry of all places! Who would have credited that?
It sounds an unlikely place for a student to work, but they needed a clerk to fill in for a couple of months; maternity leave, no less. Yes, I know, I became Clark the clerk! But who cares? I certainly didn’t - it was a twenty minute walk from where I lived and it wasn’t exactly demanding work. I was to man the telephone and take in the orders and send out the trucks to the various customers. It was quite boring, but a darn site easier that labouring, which was what most of the other guys had to do.