Me and Mike - Part 1

I didn’t really want to go to summer school, the head of my sixth form had suggested it to me back in November – as ‘preparation for your Oxbridge application Skez’ – it sounded like a good idea at the time – two weeks in York university learning about the Law - free food, free bed (it was all state-subsidised). So naturally I said yes and forgot about it. By 18th May though, I had a hundred other more important things to do and I really couldn’t be bothered. Nevertheless, a couple of days later I was sitting alone on the train from Liverpool to York listening to Franz Ferdinand on my iPod and rueing my foolish decision.

My first impressions of York Uni did nothing to raise my spirits – I was greeted by a mass of dull grey brick that looked a lot like a prison – starkly contrasted with the residential assistant wearing a bright green tee-shirt and an irritating smile. She slapped a nametag on me and pointed me in the direction of the boy’s dorms.

The prison block theme of the Uni was comprehensively extended to the tiny “rooms” which were freezing cold with barred windows, a rock-hard bed a cracked sink, shaving mirror and dilapidated desk. A quick inspection of the corridor told me that I would spend the next two weeks talking to a nerd called Asif, a snotty-nosed tosser called Rob, a glum looking boy with B.O called Tim and someone called Mike who hadn’t arrived yet. No one particularly interesting or friendly – I doubted any of them drank beer, watched football or had even heard of Beckham, Gerrard or Lampard. 

Having failed to find any boys around who would get my heart racing or give me anything to wank about at night, I resigned myself to two weeks without a love interest. It was back to fantasising about Frankie Muniz and the gay one from Westlife – for now anyway.

One hour later we were all sitting around tables in our corridor groups doing some pointless ice-breaker activities. My group: me, Asif, Rob and Tim (no sign of Mike yet) had been assigned to the same smile-wearing-a-green-tee-shirt that had met me on arrival. It was when she clapped excitedly and then pulled a blindfold and a skipping rope out of her bag that I realised I was truly screwed.

I excused myself to go to the toilet and walked out of the common room into the lobby. I wasn’t exactly sure where the toilets were and ended up looking disinterestedly at a notice-board for a while – anything to get away from the smiling lime. I heard the automatic doors open behind me and glanced nonchalantly in their direction.

What I saw was quite ordinary – a latecomer wheeling in a suitcase, however, I found myself doing a miniscule double-take as I took a closer look at this person. He was about the same height as me – 5 foot eight, he looked about 15 even though everyone at the summer school had to be 18, he had lightly tanned and perfectly smooth skin, deep brown eyes and rich red lips. I didn’t realise it yet, but I had fallen in love from the moment I saw him.

He stood there with his arms folded nervously – all alone, no dithering parents to see him off safely. He clearly had no idea what to do and his eyes wandered around the lobby taking in the drab décor, eventually they settled on me and widened slightly as they observed my own staring back intently.

“Uh…are you here for the summer school?” he asked in a cute Yorkshire accent.
“Yeh” I replied, “its just through there…”
“Thanks” he smiled - beautifully – one of those smiles where the corners of the mouth crease up, he managed to do it without opening his mouth too wide, it was sincere and natural, the most perfect smile I’ve ever seen. 

It turned out that this dashing lad was Mike – the last member of our corridor group. I was secretly delighted to hear this – it meant I would be spending the next two weeks around him – and his room was right next to mine. Later - as walked back from the common room to the dorms, I snuck some sideways glances at him. He looked pretty frightened and alone – the other three were talking about some computer game which they all had and I was walking next to them as he trailed behind. I decided to be brave and slowed down so that we were walking side by side.

“Hello again” I ventured.
“Hi Will” he returned.
I was slightly taken aback that he had remembered my name from the introductions we had done earlier but I ploughed on nonetheless.
“So how did you end up here then?”
“I wanted to come”
“Oh” – there was an awkward moment when he glanced at my face before looking away and saying,
“ What course are you doing?”
“Law – what’s yours?”
“Biology”
“Oh, I hate Biology”
“It can be interesting sometimes”
“No it can’t”
“Some bits are great – I like the fieldwork, like recognising different species of birds and things like that”
“You like bird-watching?”
“Sometimes – its not as boring as it sounds…” He trailed off as we reached our adjacent rooms. We entered simultaneously, parting with a pleasant nod in place of a ‘goodnight’ and that was the end of our first conversation together.
As I lay in bed that night I couldn’t stop thinking about him, I have to admit – if anyone else had told me they liked bird-watching I would have laughed in their face. Bird-watching is for old people and pathetic people – and he was neither. It made him seem even more interesting somehow. I stared for a while at the wall which parted our two rooms, trying to imagine him on the other side, undressing for bed, sleeping, maybe even masturbating. I was pretty sure he was straight – he didn’t seem camp at all and he wasn’t that sociable – unlike most gays, so I wasn’t planning to come on to him or anything. Still it would be a fun couple of weeks, I was looking forward to getting to know him and perhaps, on the last night I might decide to tell him. With that thought I turned off the light and went to sleep. 

The next morning I woke up early with a huge erection – I usually wake up feeling a bit stiff but this time it really was standing to attention. My dick never flattens against my stomach for some reason, it always sticks out at right angles to my body when erect which – at 9.5 inches can be very difficult to conceal at times. This morning was no exception. I decided to go for a shower and beat off to get rid of it. Flinging a towel around my waist I headed for the door hoping that there would be nobody in the corridor.

The coast was clear at first and I crept out slowly towards the shower room, however, just as I was passing Mike’s door I heard a loud click and suddenly, it swung open.
He stood there blinking in surprise for a couple of seconds – like me, he was naked apart from a towel and like me he was in a state of masculine excitement which was extremely noticeable. We stood there for a few moments in the freezing cold, with steam coming off our breath, taking in every aspect of each other’s appearance. I was embarrassed for a second but then he gave me a sly grin and raised his eyebrows slightly in what I think was admiration. In return I took a pointed look at his crotch and flashed him the sexiest smile I could muster.

“Alright Mike – You going for a shower?” The answer was obvious, but formality demanded the question.
“Yeh – I think they’re up at the end” he replied pointing down the hallway.
“Lets go then” 

So we both set off together, the showers were quite far down so we had a decent conversation on the way – nobody else was up yet. I felt pretty comfortable walking with him, talking about random stuff – where we came from, what we liked and so on. The fact that we both had hard-ons was quickly forgotten. I found out that he came from Hull in Yorkshire, he was 18, an only-child who lived with his mum and stepdad. It turned out that we were both fanatic Liverpool FC fans and we spent ages discussing Benitez’s new signings and our chances of winning the Premiership in the coming season.

By the time we got to the showers we’d more or less become friends, but on entering the shower room I realised that things were going to get a bit awkward. The showers – like everything else in York Uni weren’t exactly five star luxury. There were no real cubicles – just boards between each shower head which came up to waist height – it was obvious that whichever cubicle we chose we would be able to see most of each other’s bodies. Mike looked a bit apprehensive when he saw them so I decided to be brave again and walked straight to the nearest shower. After a pause he went to the shower next to me which struck me as a little odd, like he didn’t mind if I saw him naked, then again I thought that if he assumed I was straight it wouldn’t make any difference to him.

We both took off our towels and stood arse naked in the compartments, neither of us were very tall so we couldn’t quite see each others genitals – which was probably a good thing as I still had my erection which had intensified when Mike took his towel off. Still, I could see everything from the waist up and the sight of the water running down his smooth, hairless torso towards the soft brown bush of pubes was really turning me on. He had a fairly slim build with clearly defined stomach muscles and pecs, he had sexy dark brown nipples which were quite alert because of the cold – he wasn’t very muscular or strong but did have a beautiful body. When he turned around to pick up his shower gel I took the opportunity to peer over the board and get a good look at his arse. It was perfectly rounded and completely hairless, I desperately wanted to put my hands on them and ram my cock up his tight crack. Just as I was imagining this he straightened back up and I looked away quickly. I wasn’t sure if he had caught me peeking although next time I looked around he was staring at me intently with an indecipherable expression on his face, I gave him a quizzical smile and he chuckled nervously before looking away.

We showered for about fifteen minutes which seemed quite a long time – I wasn’t going to bring a premature end to such a sexy experience so I decided to wait until he turned off his shower before I did mine – after shampooing three or four times, he eventually turned off the taps and grabbed his towel. I hastened to do the same, and after I had run the towel over my pale, muscular body and through my own curly mass of blond pubes I was about to walk back to my room with him when I suddenly remembered I had some unfinished business to take care of.

“You coming Will?” He asked, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded.
“Nah, you go ahead, I need a piss”
“Oh, Okay, see you then” (Was it me or did he sound disappointed?)
“See ya”

He walked off down the hallway and I dashed towards the toilets, rushed into a cubicle, locked the door, threw off my towel, grabbed my throbbing cock and started wanking with as much speed and ferocity as I could muster. I was really pounding my knob, I bought my fist crashing down on my groin really hard with each stroke. I snorted up some phlegm and spat it into my palm, then roughly worked it into my bell end before continuing. I completely lost control – it was the horniest that I’ve ever been. I was actually enjoying the pain I was getting in my bollocks from pounding them with my fist and the pain in my foreskin as I stretched it closer to breaking point with each stroke. Suddenly – on an impulse I reached my hand around to my ass – I’d never tried fingering myself before but now I was doing it like a pro, I brutally forced my fingers into my tight virgin hole one at a time – relishing the incredible pain – I got four in and roughly worked them about literally fucking myself with my own hand. It lasted a good five minutes – and all the time I had my eyes closed holding the mental picture of Mike’s ass in my mind. All of a sudden I tightened up, my balls withdrew, my whole body tensed and I erupted into my hands – it was such an intense orgasm that I flung ten or eleven tablespoons of hot salty semen all over the place. With the beautiful sensation lasting half a minute at least. Still as horny as ever, I brought my hand to my mouth and wolfed down a handful of my own cum licking my fingers afterwards and imagining my hand was Mike’s cock. It was hot, thick and sticky and I enjoyed every drop of it. 

As I finally calmed down, I opened my eyes and viewed my own handiwork, the toilet seat was covered in spunk which was dripping down onto the floor, I had managed to split part of my foreskin and blood was oozing out of my dick and mixing with the cum – it would be damn painful for a few days but it had definitely been worth it. Wrapping a towel around myself, I decided not to bother clearing up – no one could trace it back to me anyway – so the next boy to use that cubicle was going to have quite a surprise.

As I walked back to my room I made a promise to myself, by the end of the fortnight, regardless of whether he was straight or gay, I was going to seduce Mike and put my penis inside him. The next two weeks were going to be the best of my life.