First to Arrive
by David Heulfryn

 

I couldn’t move out of the family home fast enough. So, when I had the opportunity to move into my halls of residence at the University, I arrived at the earliest date possible.

I came from a large family. I had two sisters and four brothers. My parents just loved making babies; either that or they didn’t have a television and had nothing else to do. I was the middle brother, and we all shared a room. It sometimes became unbearable, five teenagers sleeping in one room. My youngest brothers were identical twins, but we could tell them apart. My eldest brothers had jobs, as did my sisters. I was the first to go to University.

All I took with me was a large suitcase. No one could take me, so I took the train. I’m glad I did. I didn’t want the family fussing around me.

Several other students were checking in when I arrived. I went to the reception to get my keys and access fob and went to my designated block. I nervously smiled at the students, but none seemed to be heading for my block.

My room was small, but it was all mine. I also had my own bathroom. I didn’t have to share it with four other perpetually horny brothers. Gone were the nights when I tried to go to sleep with the sounds of the twins wanking together. It felt like the height of luxury.

I unpacked my suitcase, put my clothes away in the built-in wardrobe, put my underwear in a drawer, and put my tee shirts and shorts in a drawer below. My desk was small but more than large enough for me to study and write my essays; there was always the library if I wanted more space.

After making my bed, I kicked off my trainers and lay down. I had nothing else to do. I couldn’t hear any noise. I wondered if I was the only one moving into my block today.

Each floor of the gloried tower block contained two sections, each containing six rooms for students. I heard the outer door burst open and bang against the wall. Someone was moving in. Another bang, and the person had entered their room. He was not alone. I heard his parents talking and telling their son what he needed to do. I desperately wanted to meet him, say hello, and make a new friend, hopefully. But I didn’t want to meet his family. That would be awkward.

I put in my earphones, flicked through my music and chose something. I’d gone through three albums when my stomach demanded that I eat something. I couldn’t hear anything outside. Perhaps the new student had gone out.

I left my room and poked my head into the small kitchen area. I was surprised to see a young man standing in front of the hob. He had his back to me and turned around when he heard the door open.

“Hi.” He smiled at me. He was just as grateful as I was that we weren’t the only ones who’d arrived. “I’m Rory.” I detected a slight Scottish accent.

“Owen.” I smiled back and joined it at the hob. Rory was stirring something in a saucepan. “Cooking already,” I commented.

“No way. This is my Mum’s doing. I love her to bits, but she is always fussing and cooked this as I unpacked, making sure I eat a decent meal. I’m glad they’re gone. But trust me, I’m not a good cook, and I have already checked out who delivers here. I reckon those drivers will take a ton of money from my student loan.”

I laughed. “Not sure I know how to cook either.”

“Look, Mate.” He smiled at me, “Why don’t you join me? She’s made enough for four, and it’s a shame to waste it.”

“Love to. I’m starving. Can I help?”

“I’m good, thanks.”

I sat down at the table, facing him so we could still talk. It was the standard for getting to know you in conversation. Scotland, Midland. Maths, History, Only child, one of seven.

“Seven!” Rory was shocked. “Fucking hell! I don’t know how you coped.”

“I managed.” I laughed. “It feels strange to be alone now. I thought I’d love it, but I’m now missing the constant coming and going. It might get better when the others arrive.”

Rory strained the pasta and started plating up in the new pasta bowls his mother had bought him. He put a full bowl in front of me.

“Are you trying to fatten me up?” I laughed as I saw the vast amount of food he expected me to eat.

“You look fine to me.” The way he said it made me think he was flirting with me. “Just eat what you want. Mum has always been a feeder. I usually exercise it off at the gym.” Rory lifted his white tee shirt and slapped his belly. Not that you could call it a belly. He slapped his six-pack.

It was only a flash of skin. He was definitely flirting with me. Wasn’t he?

Rory sat down and started eating. He noticed I didn’t. “Sorry, no parmesan cheese.”

“That’s alright.” I looked away from him and started to eat.

I carefully ate while Rory was more eager. Perhaps he was more hungry than I was. I watched as he slurped up strings of spaghetti when the tomato sauce splashed against his tee shirt.

“Fuck!” He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. He stood up, “That’s going to fucking stain. This is my best pulling shirt.”

It was only a white tee shirt, cheap and cheerful but easily replaced. Rory pulled off his tee shirt in front of me and went over to the sink to rinse the stains before they dried. I looked at his back as he washed his shirt. It was broad and muscular and tapered to his slim hips. I noticed the waistband of his underwear poking above his jeans. Calvin Klein. I’d seen the adverts. I’d seen the young men posing as they wore them, showing off their ample bulges.

“I think I’ve saved it.” He turned around and draped his tee shirt over the back of a chair to dry. He started to eat again. “I can be as messy as I like now.” He slapped his bare chest.

Oh, fuck! What was this guy doing to me? I couldn’t help but stare at his smooth, bare chest. His pecs weren’t very pronounced, but I thought how large his nipples were. I could also see some wisps from dark hair poking out from his armpits. Why was I checking out this guy? I never checked out guys.

“So, Owen.” Rory looked at me and smiled when he noticed I was looking at his body. “Are you planning on sowing your wild oats while at Uni?”

“No… no. I hadn’t thought about it.” I looked at him. “I had a girlfriend back home, but she dumped me as soon as I told her I was moving away to Uni. She didn’t want a long-distance relationship.”

“That sucks, Mate.” He said. “Well, I hoped she did before she dumped you.” Rory chuckled.

This guy was very forward. I wasn’t exactly an introvert myself, but he was full-on. I shrank a little. He thought she’d sucked me off, perhaps even let me fuck her. What would I say? I didn’t want to admit I was a virgin, and my girlfriend had been frigid.

I settled for trying to give him a knowing smile.

“What about you? Did you leave a girl back home?” I asked, trying to get the focus away from me.

Rory laughed. “No chance. But there’s a few guys back home that will miss me.” I swear he winked at me.

I had no idea Rory was gay. He didn’t seem gay. It didn’t bother me. What bothered me was the sensation in my crotch and the fact I was checking out his hard chest. I cast my eyes downwards, concentrating hard on my pasta.

“You know,” Rory began, “I heard that University is a time to spread your horizons and open yourself up to new experiences.”

That was what I was hoping for. I wanted to find a girl and lose my virginity. Compared to my brothers, I am a late developer. Even the twins had had sex before me, with the same girl, at the same time. They did everything together. I was the only virgin in the family.

“What about you, Owen? Do you want to try something new?” Rory had finished eating and put his half-finished bowl of pasta by the sink. He came round to my side of the table and stood over me. He wiped a speck of sauce from my cheek.

I started to sweat. His soft touch sent a shiver down my spine. He placed a finger under my chin and drew my face up so I could look at him. He didn’t speak. He merely leant forward and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. My cock went hard instantly. I kissed him back. I don’t know why; I’d never looked at guys that way before, and now I was snogging one. Our tongues played with each other, and I felt a hand cup my crotch. Rory smiled as we kissed; he knew he was having the desired effect on me.

Rory broke the kiss, “Your room or mine?” He asked, his hand still on my crotch. “Yours might be better. Mine’s a complete tip. How’s yours?”

“Tidy.” I looked longingly into his eyes.

“It’s entirely up to you, Owen.” He said softly.

I wondered what he meant. Whose room we went to, or if I wanted to have sex with him? He was giving me the opportunity to back out. To stop this before it goes any further. I didn’t know if I wanted to stop, though. This guy kissed me, and it felt better than any kiss from any of my few girlfriends. His lips made my cock hard. Not even my girlfriends could do that with a single gentle kiss. I was confused. The sexual tension was palpable. I had to make a decision. My head said I was straight; I was into girls. My cock reacted when a guy touched me. My cock wanted this young man who was looking at me, asking me if I wanted to fuck him. Or did he want to fuck me? I’m not sure I wanted to be fucked.

“What do you say, Owen?” Rory could see the debate going off in my head. “We will only do what you want to. I can see you are thinking about it. You’re away from home now. You can be your own man, not be what others expect you to be.”

I was ready. I was ready to lose my virginity. What did it matter that it was with a guy and not a girl? “My room,” I whispered and rose to my feet. I left the kitchen, crossed the tiny corridor and opened my door. Rory was close behind.

The door closed automatically behind me, and we stood looking at each other. Rory grabbed the hem of my polo shirt and pulled it over my head.

My chest was now exposed. It looked nothing like Rory’s. Mine was soft but not fat. I was embarrassed that my chest was not like Rory’s.

Rory could see the shame in my eyes. “Be proud of your body, Owen. You are gorgeous.” He grabbed my tit and brought his lips to my nipple. He sucked and nibbled it. I could feel my cock throb and leak precum into my pants.

He told me to kick off my trainers as he unclasped my jeans. They slipped down my thighs, and he pulled them down to my ankles. I kicked the off.

I felt a chill standing nearly naked in front of him. I don’t know whether it was the cold or the excitement.

Rory reached out and felt my hard cock through my briefs. He stroked me a few times. My briefs were moist where the tip of my cock rested.

“Time for me to see.” Rory pulled down my briefs. My cock flailed when it was freed, and precum flew over me and Rory’s chest.

I gasped as he placed the tip of my cock between his lips. He sucked, draining my precum, and let my cock slip from his lips.

He sat back and looked at my naked body. I felt exposed and vulnerable. I’d never been in this position before, offering myself to another sexually.

“Beautiful,” Rory whispered. He made me feel desired. He took my cock back into his mouth and sucked. He stroked my cock with his lips, tickled my shaft with his tongue and vibrated the tip with his throat. I almost came, but Rory stopped me by tugging on my balls. It was painful, but only momentarily, to pull me back from my orgasm.

I was grinning inanely. This was my first blowjob. I know I had nothing to compare it to, but I imagined they wouldn’t get any better than this. Rory knew what he was doing.

Rory released my cock and stopped caressing my balls. I felt disappointed. He stood up and faced me. He looked down at his crotch, taking my eyes with them. He gestured downwards. He wanted me to undress him.

He’d already kicked off his trainers as I unclasped his jeans and gingerly pulled down the zip. I pushed them down. I had to crouch to get them to his ankles, and that meant his bulge was only a few inches from my face. His crotch was filled out, his balls noticeable, and his cock pointing to his hip. It was leaking, which made the cloth transparent. I could see the shape, size and colour of his cock.

I was drooling. I had to wipe the slobber from my mouth to stop it dripping down my chin. I wanted to see his cock. I wanted to smell his cock, and I wanted to taste his cock. I frantically pulled his CKs down to his knees and tried my best to get his cock in my mouth. I failed miserably as it smeared my face, my nose and cheeks with precum. I had to touch it and hold it steady to get it in.

His cock felt hot, hard and clammy. I sucked his tip and licked the underside, it twitched on my tongue, and I tasted a fresh stream of fluid. His balls were hanging low; no wonder they looked so prominent in his briefs. They were knocking against my chin, so I held them. His sac was smooth, and his balls felt slightly cooler than his cock. I enjoyed playing with them. They hung lower than mine ever did, and enjoyed how they felt different.

I tried to go deeper on his cock. I choked when it hit the back of my throat.

Rory stroked my hair and pulled back to stop me from trying so hard. He released me, and I went slower this time. I only kept the first four inches of his cock inside my mouth, not trying to take the other three.

Whenever I thought about blowjobs, I thought about receiving them, never giving them. I would never have imagined myself giving a guy a blow job, not even ten minutes ago. I didn’t know how I got from never to having Rory’s cock in my mouth within ten minutes. I’d gone from a straight teenager, to being inducted into the world of man-sex by Rory within minutes.

Rory pushed me off his cock and told me to lie down on the bed. I lay on my back, my cock hard and pointing to the ceiling. He straddled my chest and wiped his wet cock across my lips. I snapped at it, trying to get it in my mouth, but he teased me. He shuffled down my body, taking his cock further away from my mouth. I felt cheated; I wanted it. I almost whined until I felt my cock rub against his arse cheeks. He stroked my cock in the cleft of his buttocks. He reached behind him and held my cock; it throbbed in his hand. He guided it between his cheeks, and it pushed against his hole.

I lay motionless. Petrified, more like. His weight was bearing down on me, and I could swear I heard a pop when my cock broke through. His weight forced him down onto my cock. He impaled himself without any reaction other than pleasure.

“Fuck, Rory!” I gasped. My cock felt warm inside him. He ground his hips, teasing my cock.

“I’ve been told it feels better than any cunt.” He grinned at me. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been in a cunt. Perhaps you could let me know.”

He was taunting me; I knew he was. I had no other option than to tell him I was a virgin. “I wouldn’t know either.” I looked away from him.

Rory grabbed my chin to look back at him.

“I know, Owen. I could read you easily.” He kissed me. My cock was up his arse, and his tongue was now in my mouth. My cock lurched, and I felt Rory bear down on me, squeezing my cock with his arse. “Don’t ever be ashamed of who you are, Owen. Be proud. You are special. You are better than a thousand other men.” He was not taking the piss. He believed it. I tried to believe it, too.

I couldn’t take in what he was telling me. All I could think of was that I was no longer a virgin.

Rory rocked up and down on my cock, the feeling beyond anything I had ever felt. I reached up and felt his pecs, rubbing them like they were tits. I pinched his nipples, and his arse squeezed my cock. He began to sweat and collapsed on me. He wrapped his arms around me and twisted our bodies until he was underneath me. He ensured my cock stayed inside him. He had raised his legs onto my shoulders.

“Fuck me!” His eyes pleaded with me. “Fuck me hard. I like it hard.”

He knew I was a novice and wasn’t impatient when I started slow. I looked down at my cock sliding in and out of his hole, his balls rolling and his cock flopping each time my hips hit his cheeks. I quickened my pace. I was fucking someone.

I was fucking someone! I was soon going in hard, making Rory grunt every time I thrusted inside him. But it was enough.

“Harder.” He yelled.

I tried my best, but I was tired, and my cock was tender.

Rory grabbed his cock and started wanking himself. His arse tensed around my cock.

“Fuck me harder.” Rory pleaded. “I’m about to cum.”

I went harder, faster, and I watched as his hand thrashed his cock as it shot cum all over the place. I felt a splash on my face, and I saw it splash the wall behind him, his face, and his chest. I stopped breathing, but I kept fucking. My heart felt like it was going to explode. It needed oxygen. But instead of my heart bursting, my cock did. I pushed deep inside Rory and painted his insides with my spunk. I gasped as I came, taking in as much oxygen into my lungs as I could in a single breath.

I collapsed on Rory, my cock still inside him. It remained hard for the moment as his cum glued us together.

My softening cock slipped from Rory’s arse, and I rolled onto my back next to him. I was still panting, trying to catch my breath. Rory lay next to me. I could see his chest rising and falling in time with mine.

“So, Owen. Still interested in girls?” Rory asked.

“Let’s just say I’m open to new experiences.” I smiled.

And what a fucking experience.

 

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