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Studying French With John (Part 1)

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Submitted by: Mike Age: 18 Gender: Male

This happened last week...

I'm a college freshmen and recently I met a guy in my French class who I ended up having a rather interesting experience with. There wasn't anything traditionally hot about "John," just something about his disposition that made me go rock-hard in my drawers. He was intensely quiet, though occasionally he troubled himself to correct me (not that he sounded at all comfortable in doing so). He rarely smiled and wasn't exactly big on eye contact.... But something about him seemed a little off to me. (I'm fully gay, by the way.) I'd seen him at my church before, and he was just as introverted there as he was in my French class.

His body was, as I said, not something you'd expect to find between the pages of "Playgirl." He had short auburn hair and ears that stuck out; his nose was too big for his head and his complexion was pale. He had blue eyes that seemed matte, lackluster even, and a set of decently-sized lips for a boy of Irish descent. As much as nothing seemed to fit together on his long face, something about his expressions made it click. He was probably about 5'7" or 5'8" with a slender frame. His arms were spattered with freckles, covering nearly every piece of visible skin. He had strong hands that gave way to decently broad biceps that seemed to betray his slight frame (I was soon to find out that under his clothes was a magnificently sculpted body). His legs were much like mine, thin with intensely defined calfs and a light coating of red hair.

I didn't find myself attracted to him in the least until about halfway through the semester, when he would occasionally sit in the same row as me. Because my teacher was so boring, my attention often wandered to John's legs or his muscular upper arm; I'd imagine what it must feel like to run my hand across his ruddy, freckled skin and to generally enjoy the look on his face as I did bad things to his body (for some reason, I get really aroused to think of guys' faces look like when they're being intensely sexually pleasured. You know, the heaving chest, flushed cheeks, wide open, groaning mouth, fluttering eyes...). It wasn't long before John became a large sexual turn-on for me. Of course, I had little more than intuition to prove that he was gay, so I'd have to take measures to find out.

One day in mid-November I decided to grow a pair and ask him to study with me (unfortunately, I'm a freshman, so I don't exactly have the privacy in my room needed to seduce a guy). He seemed really surprised and even a little uninterested, but I knew he had a terrible grade so I passed it off that I wanted to help him. He agreed, and later that night we met at the library to study our French. We didn't make much progress (I was hard the whole time and he was just kind of dumb anyway), so I tried to think of a good way to segue into sex-talk. "Do you have a girlfriend?" I managed to ask. "No," he said, "I really haven't dated for a long time." It was looking promising! "Why not?" I asked. "Cuz I guess I haven't really met anyone I'm interested in," he said. I asked what his type was, and he seemed to be getting really nervous and started dodging the question. "Do you have a girlfriend?" he asked. I just laughed and said, "No, no way." "Why's that funny?" he asked, smiling peevishly. "Are you gay or something?"

My heart skipped a beat. It was now or never, and if he turned me down I didn't really have anything to lose. "Yeah, I am," I told him. His jaw dropped at first, and there was an awkward silence for about 30 seconds. "What?" I asked him, "is this the first time you've met a gay guy or somethin'?" "No," he said, still wide-eyed. "you just, you don't seem like it." I knew I was headed somewhere now. "Well, it's not like we're that different from straight people," I told him. "I still go to sports games and hang out with other guys... like you." (long awkward pause) "Do you think I'm gay?" he asked me. His eyes were still wide open, he seemed to be shaking a little. "What does it matter?" I asked. "You seem like a nice guy, whether you're gay or not."

"I'm not!" he snapped. "Okay," I said tensely. "It's not like I'm hitting on you John." He gulped nervously. Now I moved in for the kill. "Why, would it bother you if you knew a guy was attracted to you?" (another long awkward pause) His eyes darted around the room and I could see sweat on his brow. "Haven't you ever wondered what it must feel like to be with someone who knows exactly what you want, who can give it to you the way only we know how, as guys?" I scooted my chair a little closer to his. "It doesn't make you gay if you just want to experiment a little." I put my hand on his thigh and he put his on mine (my dick nearly jumped out of my pants!)

"Do you... uh, wanna study over at my place now?" he asked timidly, avoiding eye contact. "Sure," I replied. We gathered our stuff and walked back to his apartment quickly. He opened the door and I sat on his couch. He sat next to me and pulled out his book. "Do you wanna go over verbs?" he asked, looking straight ahead. "No," I replied. I moved right next to him and put my hand right next to his crotch. I saw a bulge pop right up from his jean shorts. Slowly, I pulled off his shirt to reveal a beautifully defined stomach. It wasn't quite washboard, but his ribs combined with the tone of his abs to provide an incredibly hot ribbed effect down his torso. An orange-auburn happy trail led from the unseen wonder beneath his shorts to the tip of his belly button. I pressed my lips to it and mumbled, "I'm gonna go where this trail leads me." I looked up to see his eyes shut and his lungs heaving violently. I quickly undid his fly and let my hands creep into his briefs. His crotch was home to a wild tangle of fiery pubic hair, which came to an abrupt stop at the foot of his penis. I unbent it and it sprang out from the rim of his undies, splashing me was a drop of precum. It was about six inches with a thick, stocky base that came to a point at a narrow, perfectly shaped head. More precum spurted gutturally from his hole as his muscles tensed. I could see the waves pulse through his penis, stiffening it until it practically ripped through its skin.

I smeared his precum all over the head and shaft of his penis and began to lightly beat him off. His breathing got even heavier as his abs crunched together. He was softly rocking forward and back, his eyes closed tight as if to ignore the fact that another guy was pleasuring him so well. After about 30 seconds, I stopped beating him off and took his penis between my lips. I heard him grunt reflexively as I rolled my tongue up and down his shaft. At this point I was almost ready to cum myself, and I was extremely nervous (though I didn't tell him it was actually the first time I'd ever done anything with a guy). Suddenly he craned his neck back and thrust his hips forward as I felt ropes of cum hit the back of my throat. He shot want seemed to me to be 7 or 8 full loads before I felt his body rest back down on the couch, content with the orgasm it had just produced.

More to cum in a few days... :-)

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