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College Freshman (MM) Enjoy.... Chapter 1 I’d been at college a whole week and on this Friday was lonely and horny. I was walking around the lake on<b> campus </font></b>and cut through the woods behind the tennis courts. There she was, my freshman English teacher, playing tennis in her short white dress, legs tan and ass so tight. I was instantly hard. I reached in the pocket of my jeans and started rubbing my cock through the fabric. After a week of no jacking off because of the roommate this felt awesome, but no flesh to flesh contact was going to make me take a while to cum. Besides when I did cum my underwear would be all sticky. I unsnapped, and unzipped my jeans, lowering the front to release my cock. At 5’ 4” and 105 pounds my cock was not large. I had been measuring it since I was sixteen, and it was still only 4” long, but at this moment exposing it in the woods behind the tennis courts my erection felt huge and obvious. Oh what a thrill to be masturbating out in the open while watching a woman I had been fantasizing about for a week. I had imagined turning in a short story assignment filled with erotica on a Wednesday. Mrs. Agnes Marshall would then ask me to stay after class on Friday. She would have me crawl under her desk and eat her sweet pussy. I could just imagine how her bush would be neatly trimmed with the lips poking through the hair. I could smell her muskiness as I buried my tongue between her folds, spreading her open, finding her wetness with my tongue. After I made her cum from my talented cunnilingus we would switch places. Her warm mouth would engulf my rock hard cock as she gave me a long blowjob. At that point I came. I spread my legs so my cum hit the dry leaves in front of me. The release felt so good, and I watched my circumcised cock head pulse and swell with each spasm. When finished I zipped up quickly and headed to lunch. Chapter 2 I went to take a shower late at night on Friday. I usually showered after 10 PM simply because the showers were just one large room and I was shy. In high school I had been teased for being both small in stature and in the penis department. Although, strangely the teasing turned me on, I assumed because it meant other guys were looking at my cock, I always had to fight the erection the teasing caused. Showering by myself avoided that. I had just removed the towel from my waist and stepped under the warm stream of water when the guy in the dorm room next to mine came into the shower. His name was Kendall. He was African-American and at 6’ tall and athletically built was everything I wanted to be. When he dropped his towel I knew I wanted a cock like his. At 6’ and thick when flaccid his cut cock was beautiful. I turned my back to him and continued to soap up. After rinsing I had to again turn toward him to retrieve my shampoo. Oh my god he had an erection and what a beautiful erection it was! He had soaped up his hand and was stroking 8’ of the most beautiful black cock I had ever seen. My cock instantly stood at attention. I tried to hide it, but he didn’t seem to be paying attention. I lathered my hair and continued to watch him masturbate next to me as if this was the most normal thing for him to do in the world. His hand slid up and down his slick, soapy shaft while his other hand squeezed his balls. Next his free hand slid behind him and he seemed to push his middle finger into his rectum. I had often used this technique myself, pushing on my prostrate to give myself maximum stimulation. Maybe I wasn’t so weird after all. Suddenly he came, shooting large globs of cum all over the shower wall. I turned my back on him so I wouldn’t be caught watching, and rinsed my hair. I quickly grabbed my towel, dried off, and scurried back to my dorm room. My roommate Cliff was seated at his desk reading a Penthouse magazine when I got back. I dropped my towel with my back to him and climbed under the sheet on my bed. I bent my knees so he wouldn’t see the tent my small cock made. I couldn’t get Kendall out of my mind. I had fantasized about both guys and girls my whole life, but still being a virgin I assumed this was normal. I would have fucked an anthill if it would make me cum, so being curious about both sexes seemed OK. I figured when I got my first piece of pussy I’d prove I was a healthy heterosexual male, but right now I was thinking of Kendall and his long, thick man meat. The darkness of the skin just made his cock more erotic. Cliff’s phone went off with a text message and he left. I reached under the sheet and stroked my cock. Cumming two times in one day was going to be great, but back at home four or five times a day was my normal routine. Rubbing my cock just felt good, and I did it every chance I got. I slid my other hand down behind me and pushed a finger into my ass. As I slowly moved the finger in and out, and stroked my cock under the sheet I imagined stroking Kendall’s cock and fingering his asshole for him as a friend helping another in need. I wondered what it felt like to have another man’s hard cock in your hand, stroking the long shaft with your fingers. Big cocks seemed to be what I was interested in. The cock was always much larger than mine was. I always imagined being forced to stroke my small cock in front of some fully clothed girl or boy as they watched. I’d feel humiliated at my size and nakedness, but also turned on at being an exhibitionist. Maybe Kendall had stroked his cock in the shower because he liked being watched? Could we watch each other? I finger fucked my ass harder as I neared orgasm. Then I was at that point. I remembered my first time at thirteen when I had been rubbing my penis in my neighbor’s backyard, behind their garage. I thought I was going to pee, but it felt so good I wasn’t going to stop. Then it happened. I shot white stuff all over my belly as I had my first orgasm. That memory did it and I came all over my belly, under my sheet, in the deserted dorm room. My first week at college. I pulled my finger out of my ass, reached for the towel on the floor, and cleaned up. Chapter 3 Tuesday afternoon I had no classes. I went to the Commons building to grab lunch. There were a few guys playing pool, and some girls sitting around the TV catching up on their soap operas. After grabbing a burger I turned to look for a table. Peggy, a girl who sat next to me in history, waved me over to her table. The rest of the tables were empty. She was wearing a halter top, a pair of khaki shorts, and sandals. She looked hot at 5’ 6”, dirty blond hair pulled into pigtails, and freckles across her nose. As I got closer it was obvious her small breasts were not confined by a bra, but hung freely. They were nice and perky, sitting high on her chest. I sat down next to her and we talked about where we grew-up, what high school was like, and how we were enjoying college. Every time she leaned forward I would get a view down her top and could see everything except her nipples. My cock was rock hard. Finally she bent over to retrieve something from my open backpack and I scored! There they were. Both of her nipples were exposed as she bent over and her small breasts dangled down from her chest. I about blew my load right there in my pants. Oh no! It was too late. She had pulled my sketchbook out of my backpack. Before I could stop her she had opened it and was looking at the naked bodies I had drawn from my imagination. I was exposed! Here were my fantasies laid bare. Yet she didn’t seem offended by the drawings, instead she complimented me on my talent. She flipped through the pages looking at single individuals posed provocatively, couples together in different poses, two women or two men in some circumstances. When she saw the picture of Mrs. Agnes Marshall sitting on her desk, skirt up, and panties around her ankles she acted as if she didn’t recognize her. She commented on how well I drew the legs wearing stockings attached to garters, and the detail of the genitals. She continued to flip the pages. The final pages contained Kendall, in the shower, stroking his cock as cum was hitting the shower wall. By this time Peggy’s nipples were hard and she had her legs crossed, wiggling one foot. Peggy leaned down, and put my sketchpad back inside my backpack. I got another fantastic view down her shirt, except this time her nipples were rock hard. They looked as hard as my cock felt. She must have seen the bulge in my pants from that position because she stayed in that position a while. That was OK by me. I basked in the beauty of her small breasts and erect nipples. When she finally sat back up she asked if I could draw her. I told her yes and we exchanged cellphone numbers so I could text her Friday afternoon to show her my drawing. After she left I went to the men’s’ bathroom, pulled my pants down in the stall and began to stroke my cock. She knew all my secrets. The drawings of two men together, stroking each other’s cocks, or one on their knees sucking the other were too obvious of clues to not know I thought about cock. Yet, she seemed OK with it. I stroked faster thinking about drawing Peggy. I was getting close as my cellphone buzzed from an incoming text. I reached for it as I continued to stroke. The text was from Peggy and said, “I’m shaved.” I blew my load all over my underwear and jeans. Chapter 4 I worked on the drawing in my secluded area of the library each night. On Thursday when I completed it the clock read 11 PM. I hadn’t had a chance to masturbate since Tuesday at lunch and imagining Peggy had me rock hard. I texted her that it was completed and started rubbing my cock through my pants. Sitting there in the library touching myself made me even more excited. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. Being so small I was barely exposed, but it felt awesome. My phone went off and it was Peggy asking if the picture turned me on. For some strange reason I told her I was sitting in the library with my cock out stroking to it. She texted me back that she was in her dorm room, naked in her bed. She asked if she should masturbate. I texted her back yes. I continued to stroke my cock. Every now and then I heard others around me and had to stop, but saw no one. Finally I zipped up and headed to the dorm. Outside in the dark I again pulled my cock out and walked the wooded trails slowly toward my dorm. I bumped into one couple on the path, but just covered myself with my backpack as we passed each other. As I was about to leave the woods I stopped in the shadows and continued to stroke thinking about Peggy finger fucking her pussy in her dorm. In my imagination she looked just how she did in my drawing. I blew my load all over my shoes. Once in the dorm I climbed the four flights of stairs and entered my room. I caught Cliff masturbating to porn in front of his computer. At first he didn’t know whether to hide his screen or his exposed erection. That was OK by me. I got to see both his big, white cock jutting from his shorts and that he was looking at older women. When he finally decided that covering his cock was the better option he had trouble getting the monster back in his shorts. I got quite a view. I went and climbed in bed after getting undressed. Later when he thought I was asleep I could hear him masturbating in the dark. Chapter 5 Friday morning Peggy sent me a text to meet her at the girl’s lacrosse field at 9 PM that night. My cock was hard all day in anticipation and at 9 I was at the field. Two people were walking toward me and as they got closer I could see it was Peggy and some guy. Peggy introduced the other male as William, her brother. We sat in a secluded area and talked as the sun began to set. William was a junior, studying political science. He was class president and had political aspirations. With his chiseled good looks, dark hair, and green eyes he certainly had a chance. Peggy pulled out the sketchpad from my backpack and flipped to the back. There she was sitting in a lounge chair, legs spread, completely naked. One hand was pulling a nipple while the other was spreading her pussy lips, exposing her erect clitoris. The look on her face was one of total and utter bliss. I had paid special attention to the pussy insuring that even done in pencil the viewer could tell she was completely wet. She passed the book to William. He flipped through the pages. He seemed to spend extra time on the male pictures, studying the details. A nice bulge was growing inside his blue slacks. Peggy surprised me when she reached over and unfastened her brother’s belt and pants. She then pulled them, and his boxers, down to mid-thigh exposing his rock hard cock. It was about 6’ long, but very thick. It laid nicely against his stomach as he continued to look at my sketches. This was a first for me. Here was a guy, with his erection exposed, looking at my art work. My penis was swollen and aching. Peggy asked if I had ever touched another man, and I said no. She told me to stroke him. I was stunned. Not only that she was telling me to stroke her brother, but that she told me in such a voice as if there was no choice, I must obey, and I did. It was as if I was in a dream watching my own hand reach for the very first cock, other than my own, that I would touch. I couldn’t have chosen a more beautiful cock then this one as my first. The shaft was very straight, no bends. The head was larger than the shaft, and very symmetrical. My hand wrapped around the base, and slowly slid up the shaft. Peggy watched with a smile on her face as I began to stroke my first cock. She made me describe how it felt, and how turned on I was. William’s cock felt silky smooth and I stroked it gently, teasing him. They both just watched me, burning the memory into their minds. I continued to worship this cock, which was so much bigger than mine, with my hand and my eyes. I held it in such a way that I could see every gorgeous inch of it. Peggy told me to suck it. I took it in my mouth. I licked it with my tongue. William moaned. Peggy forced my head further down pushing more cock into my mouth. I discovered I could swallow all of it. I slicked his cock with my saliva, making it slide easily in and out of my mouth. Every time I lifted off his shaft was shiny with my spit. I moved my mouth faster making dirty slurping noises. He began to control my movements with his hands on my head as he bucked his hips up forcing his hard cock deep into my throat. I felt him swell and his cock head flared in my throat constricting my breathing. I tried to pull off, but he held me as he shot his hot load down my throat. The swallowing action of my throat stimulated him further, and he continued to cum. When he finally let go of me I flopped on my back and gasped for air. I felt the familiar stickiness in my underwear, and yet even though I had cum my cock was still hard. William got dressed, and they left me laying there. My sketchpad was open, sitting next to me, and there was the picture of Peggy in all her glory. I removed my underpants and came a second time stroking my small cock into them. I had just sucked my first cock! I packed my sketchbook and underpants back into my backpack and wandered around<b> campus </font></b>basking in the glow of my first real sexual experience. Chapter 6 The next two weeks were uneventful. I did receive a text from William to meet him in the political science building. He seemed to want a blowjob, and I obliged him in the men’s bathroom. By this point swallowing seemed natural, and when he was ready I took his cum in my mouth, instead of down my throat. It tasted good. On Thursday I met Mary Anne, a girl in my calculus class, to work on homework. One thing led to another and I got to unbutton her blouse, push her bra up and play with her nipples. I was in heaven and my little cock was rock hard. I was getting ready to unsnap her pants as she unfastened mine. That is when things went wrong. When she saw the size of my cock she laughed. She made me get undressed in her dorm room and parade around showing her my little cock. She compared it to her middle finger. At least I was a little thicker, but she told me she could get more satisfaction from two of her fingers. She then showed me her dildo and compared it to my cock. Finally she made me masturbate, but wouldn’t let me cum, before she kicked me out of her room. I had to dress in the hall, but at least kept my cock hidden. Friday afternoon I returned to the dorm, after classes, to find Cliff in tears. I asked what was wrong. He showed me a large butt plug and told me he was pledging a fraternity and all the pledges had to wear one of these to the party. I asked him where his lube was and he looked at me like I was crazy. Poor Cliff had been trying to put this rubber phallus in his ass dry! I went to the<b> campus </font></b>store and bought a tube of lube. By the time I got back Cliff had relaxed. I locked the dorm room door, had him sit at his desk, and pull up his favorite porn. As his gym shorts started to tent I had him remove them. He was embarrassed, but his cock was as hard as I remembered it. He started to stroke his cock, tentatively at first, but finally faster as he relaxed. I squirted some lube on his free hand and told him to finger his ass. I worked the mouse to keep the videos playing as he lubed his rectum. He stared at the screen, not wanting to look at me as he fingered his virgin asshole. I lubed the butt plug and told him to lift his ass off the chair. I slid the butt plug under him. Cliff really tried, but he could only get the very tip into his rectum. He was clenching the edge of the desk with both hands as he tried to force this foreign object up inside himself. I finally reached under the desk and started stroking his cock as I kept the videos playing. On first contact of my hand to his cock his whole body went stiff as a board, but again as he watched the videos he began to relax. I noticed that when I played the mother videos from the milf site he seemed to get harder, so I started playing those. Finally, as I continued to stroke his cock, I whispered in his ear, “Mommy wants her baby boy to take this big butt plug in his ass and wear it all night long just for Mommy.” That did it! The butt plug buried itself in Cliff’s ass. As it hit his prostrate Cliff came all over the floor under the table. I stroked him down off of his high and then left for dinner so Cliff could clean up. Chapter 7 Cliff never mentioned the butt plug or my hand job, but he no longer tried to cover up or hide his porn watching when I caught him. We did talk some about his authoritarian Mother, and how she spanked him even after high school. Otherwise, the semester was uneventful. William continued to request blow jobs, which I happily gave. Cliff got into the fraternity. I was doing well in classes, and was back to masturbating four times a day. As the semester started to wind down we finally got to draw nudes in art class. Most of the guys complained because the model was a male, but I said nothing since the model was Kendall. He was trying to raise money for his tuition. That Friday Miss Sandra Day asked me to stay after class. She praised my work, and asked if I had ever drawn nudes before. I blushed, but she seemed to understand. She went into her locked storage room and returned with a large book. Inside the pages were nudes that bordered on erotica. I handed her my sketchpad. At this point I had added many more drawings since Peggy. Miss Day flipped through the pages. When she arrived at Kendall in the shower she looked up. She said, “This really happened.” She continued to turn the pages. How did she know? How could she tell? She flipped back to Kendall. There he was displayed on her desk, his cock rock hard in the throes of self-pleasure. She said, “You caught the emotion perfectly.” She handed me an application to a Christmas break nude workshop. She told me to submit this picture as she pointed at Kendall. Chapter 8 One Saturday night near Christmas I took the bus into town to purchase a few Christmas presents. While wondering the streets I discovered a porn shop. I had finally resigned myself to my sexual orientation and went in to look at the gay magazines. After picking out three magazines the clerk handed me a wrapped box when I checked out. He told me each customer received a free gift. When I got to the dorm room I put the gift on my desk and flipped through the magazines. There was lots of anal sex on many of the spreads. I had thought about having my ass fucked but had no idea how to go about it. Would it hurt? Would the person be gentle? What happened if I didn’t like it? After masturbating I put the magazines in my desk and slept. The next morning I noticed the present on my desk. Cliff had spent the night at the fraternity house. The box contained a large, vibrating dildo. There were also two C cell batteries and a card that said Merry Christmas. I installed the batteries, turned it on, and rested it on my morning wood. I almost came! Next I rested it on my rectum. Without touching my cock I came within five minutes. The orgasm was so powerful I actually hit my chest with my first squirt. I put the toy away and went to breakfast. I got to thinking over breakfast. Were the emotions Miss Day saw in my drawing Kendall’s or mine? Could I recreate them? I needed a private place to find out. Lucky for me William texted me looking for a blow job. We met on the third floor of the Commons building. He had scored a key to the office of a professor who was on sabbatical. I played William well. I would suck his cock until he was ready to cum. Then I would ask him for a key to the office. At first he said no, but eventually realized he wasn’t going to cum until I got a key. After saying yes he about passed out from the intensity of his orgasm. That Tuesday afternoon I packed up my supplies and headed to the empty office. From my pack I pulled my sketchbook, a handful of pencils, an art erasure, a couple of towels, my giant vibrating dildo, and a bottle of lube. The door was locked, the desk was clear, and looking out the window I could see the frozen lake and students walking the path. I undressed and got on all fours on the desk so I was facing the window. I lubed two fingers on my hand and reached under myself rubbing my rectum. Pretty soon my middle finger was fucking deep into my ass. My cock was rock hard. After a while my ring ringer joined the other in my ass. I felt tight, but no pain. I stretched my rectum from side to side. Finally, I lubed the dildo and placed it at my opening. From the articles in the magazines I pressed in as I pushed my bowels out like I was trying to poop. The head of the dildo popped in. There was no searing pain, but there was discomfort in my virgin asshole. I waited until the discomfort disappeared and gently guided more in. The first four inches was slow going. Each inch required a rest. After that my ass was very quickly full, my hand was touching my ass cheeks, and I had 9” of fat, rubber cock in my ass. I slowly pulled the dildo out, and pushed it back in, each time making the stroke longer. The prominent veins on the dildo made each withdrawal feel like my colon was being pulled out with the dildo. I continued to fuck myself until I could easily pull the dildo all the way out of my ass, and then easily plunge it back in. At that point I knew my rectum was staying gaped open, waiting for the cock, at each withdrawal. I buried the dildo deep in my ass, clinched my cheeks tight, and climbed off the desk to stand in front of the window. I turned the vibrator on low and started stroking my cock in front of the window. I quickly learned how to stroke my erection and fuck my ass at the same time. I turned the vibrating dildo on high. The vibrations ran through my whole body. I could feel the tip of my dick vibrating each time the rubber cock was buried in my ass. I pressed my cock against the cold glass and continued to fuck my ass. The vibrations of my penis against the cold glass was exquisite. I fucked against the window as I fucked the glass. I finally came in the most intense orgasm I had ever had. Cum ran down the window. I was physically drained. The rest of my experimentation would have to wait until another day. I cleaned up and headed back to the dorm. I passed out and didn’t wake-up until Wednesday morning. |
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