College Seduction (mm)
1st time, in a series about my first sexual encounters with other
men
by caelin, January 2007

NOTE: Reposted. Original title - "First Time: Bisexual College
Seduction.
I realized after posting that the title was misleading: I'm bi,
but the story
is about my first time with another man. No bi sex. I am
reposting
so it isn't misleading. Sorry for the error.



When I was 21, I was in my last year at University, pursuing an
undergraduate degree. I had just broken up with my girlfriend,
whom I had met in high school and now found myself consumed with
need for sexual release. But I was shy and didn’t meet many
girls.

I was living in the dorms – it was cheaper and easier than
seeking off-campus accommodations and searching for suitable
roommates.  This year, I found myself with three
Residence-Hall-supplied roommates: Two sophomores and one
freshman.

The sophomores had known each other since high school and kept to
themselves, which was fine by me. The freshman … he was …
unusual.

Let’s call him “Jay.”

Jay was several inches taller than me and maybe 40 or 50 pounds
heavier. He was obviously fresh out of high school: Very
talkative and naďve.  Jay had a chubby face and very effeminate
mannerisms – we all just assumed he was gay.

I wasn’t really close with any of my roommates. We all pretty
much went our own ways, which worked well for everyone concerned.

One Friday evening, after the two sophomores left for a weekend
back at their hometown, I found myself alone with Jay.  We were
chatting a bit … something we rarely did, and he asked if I
wanted to do some “hash” with him.  Although I was several years
older and a lot more “together,” I was a bit naďve in the areas
of sex and drugs.  I admitted I didn’t know what “hash” was. He
explained it was a marijuana derivative and I agreed to do some
with him.

Jay produced a pipe and we took turns inhaling the intoxicating
smoke. I was sitting in a chair, feeling very collegiate and
“hip.” Jay sat on the floor, next to me, as we passed the pipe
back and forth.

On each exchange of the pipe, Jay rose to his knees and moved
between my widespread knees, to hand it to me.  After several
such passes, somewhat giddy from the hash, I playfully pummeled
him with my thighs – rapidly closing and opening them on him -- a
few times, when he moved between my legs.

Jay’s eyebrows shot up and he looked at me in surprise. “How long
have you known I was gay?” he murmured, looking deeply into my
eyes.

I was momentarily confused. What? Gay? He’s admitting that to me?
He thinks I indicated I already knew?

He began slowly massaging my thighs and I realized he had
misinterpreted my earlier playful gesture as “coming on to him.”
I was frozen, caught between wanting to explain the mistake,
wanting to avoid the embarrassment of explaining the mistake, and
…

His trailing hands moved up my thighs until they closed on my
crotch, sending a pleasurable wave of lust through my body.

… and an overpowering, strange sense of arousal.

I had never been with a male before.  Truth be told, I hadn’t
been with girls that often, yet.  But I was horny enough that I
didn’t really care how I got off.

As I sat there, like a deer caught in headlights, Jay had undone
my pants and freed my now-erect cock.  He stroked it, making my
already muddled head spin.

It was strange … I was older … I had always been more assertive
and mature ... and yet, here was this freshman kid, taking charge
and, essentially, seducing me!

Still on his knees, he leaned into my lap and pulled me forward,
pressing his lips against mine in a passionate kiss.  I had never
been kissed by a man, before and had never really considered the
idea attractive.

I thought I would push him away, but instead, my hands rested
lightly on his arms and my eyes closed as I tilted my head back
to allow him to explore my mouth with his thick, probing tongue.

The dominant teen sensed his victory and pushed his tongue deeply
into my mouth, causing me to moan as my cock twitched with
desire.  Grinning in triumph, he gently pulled me to my feet and
slid my jeans and briefs down around my ankles.

Completely aroused by his seduction, I kicked off my shoes,
underwear, and pants and then dropped submissively to my hands
and knees, lowering my head to the tiled floor as I presented my
ass.

I heard him chuckle and he walked over to the bathroom for some
lube.

This was a number of years back, understand, before the AIDS era.
We never thought of “protection,” since there was no risk of
pregnancy.

Jay came back and positioned himself behind me. Gently, but with
an efficiency that told me he had done this many times before, he
pushed his cockhead against my tight sphincter and entered me.

In a moment, he’d popped my anal cherry.

I was no longer an anal virgin.  Jay’s cock was about the same
size as my own – 6” – but it felt enormous as he slid it inside
me. I gasped as I felt his heavy balls slap against mine, from
behind.

He was in me to the hilt.

It was a strange sensation … having another man’s cock inside me.
 On one hand, I found I really enjoyed the sensation … the
knowledge that I was being taken by a dominant lover who was
going to use me for their own sexual gratification.

On the other hand, my tender asshole wasn’t used to accommodating
anything that big and it hurt like hell.

Jay pumped me a few times before it became too much. Reluctantly,
I slid off him and withdrew my ass.

“Hurts too much,” I apologized.

Jay was cool about it and didn’t complain or pressure me.
Instead, he went to the bathroom and cleaned himself off.

He returned, totally nude, and continued stripping me.

Jay’s big body was soft, pudgy, and pale … but I was surprised to
find that this turned me on. I knew I had a bit of a fetish for
overweight women, but never realized this must be true about
heavyset men, as well.

The dominant teen eased me to the ground and lay next to me,
presenting his thickly furred crotch and rigid cock inches from
my face.

Part of me thought that I should at least have tried to be
dominant, if I was going to go through with this – after all, I
was older and Jay was so … well … effeminate!  But looks were
deceiving. The big poof never gave me a chance, maintaining
control of the seduction at all times.

He brushed his thick cockhead across my parted lips and I tasted
the salty, sticky droplets of precum that leaked from his
piss-slit.  Still flushed with arousal, I opened my mouth and let
my young seducer slide his shaft into my mouth.

I had never fellated anyone before and had no real idea of what
to do.  He obviously wanted me to “suck his cock” … so I started
sucking.  No technique. No focus on any certain area. Just his
cock, in my mouth, with me sucking hard like I was trying to
siphon gas.

I felt a wonderful, warm wetness envelope my own rigid penis and
realized he had slipped into a 69 position.

We lay on the dorm room floor, on our sides, arms embracing hips
and eagerly sucking each others’ swollen pricks.

I was really getting into the sucking, enjoying the feel of his
thick, hard tool in my mouth. Suddenly, and without warning, he
came – filling my mouth with spurts of hot, salty jizz.

I was horny as hell and secretly delighted that I had made him
cum first. I swallowed eagerly, drinking down everything he had.
When his cockhead finally went dry, I lovingly sucked him clean
and licked his shaft to make sure I’d gotten every drop.

I let his turgid member plop out of my mouth and lay back to
enjoy his oral attentions on me.  I have to admit, he was much
more talented than I was and in no time, pushed me over the edge.
With a strangled cry, I came. He returned the favor by swallowing
the load I shot into his experienced mouth.

Completely sated and still muddled by the hash we’d smoked, we
stumbled off to our respective beds.

The next morning I awoke slowly and started remembering the
previous night.

Had that really happened? Had I really been seduced by my
effeminate freshman roommate?

Jay entered the room, smiling.

“That was great, last night,” he murmured, tracing a finger up my
arm. “I was thinking maybe we could do that again … on a regular
basis.”

I felt like my gears were grinding. I was afraid that someone was
going to find out about our little tryst and I’d get tagged as
being “gay.” I was also scared by the realization I’d had sex
with another man … and enjoyed it so much.

And that I had been the submissive one.

On the other hand, I was hard as a rock and fantasizing about Jay
pulling me out of the top bunk and forcing me to my knees to suck
him off, again.

Fear and anxiety won out and I pried his fingers from my arm.

“No,” I lied, “I’m not interested. Last night was just …
experimentation. I … I was high from the hash and you seduced
me.”

Jay gave me a mocking grin. “I didn’t force you,” he chided. “You
dropped down and offered your ass to me, all on your own!”

He smiled, perhaps sensing my arousal.

“You wanted it!” he murmured, tracing a burning path with his
fingertip, down my arm. “You loved it!”

I felt my face flush. He was right, and we both knew it. Even
now, I wanted him to take me … to ignore my protests and use me
like we both knew I wanted to be used.

But fear and anxiety won out.

“No,” I told him. “That was a one-time event.  It won’t happen
again. I’m not gay.”

That was true: I wasn’t gay.

But I now knew that I was definitely bisexual.  And a “submissive
bi,” at that.

All of this happened many, many years ago.  Jay did try to
contact me once, maybe 10 years ago, through a relative of mine
that he found, but (embarrassingly) I lost Jay’s contact info
before I could call him.  And I was never successful in locating
him – his last name proved much more common than I had realized.

I never did get the chance to tell him that I still get hard at
the thought of him seducing me and that (with proof of a medical
test that showed he was still clean, since this isn’t the 80s,
anymore), I’d eagerly swallow his load again … or take it
anywhere he wanted to shoot it.
