My first college love

It was an unusual british spring day. Not only was it 30 degrees, it was my best friend Tom’s birthday.

I was a ‘closet gay’. I’d fancied Tom since the day that I met him, way back when we was boys. The first party we went to together was one of our mutual friends, we were all very drunk but I remembered him getting naked and coming and sleeping in the same tent with me. I spent the whole night admiring his olive skinned body. He looked like a god to me!

We became close buddies by the time we’d reached college; we’d spend our break and lunch times together at the smoking area, telling each other about our recent antics. He’d tell me about the girls he’d like to fuck and I’d laugh awkwardly, I didn’t find these girls at all attractive (after all I am gay!).

On his birthday, I brought him a packet of his favourite cigarettes and a card, we went to smoke and he thanked me with a tight embrace. I laughed and we just chatted like usual. He asked me if the cigarettes were the only present I’d brought him, and I chuckled and said ‘of course I haven’t given you anything else, have I?’ He laughed and said that they weren’t sufficient and that he wanted me to give him a blowjob. I went weak at the knees, I thought he’d exposed my sexuality, I then composed myself and said ‘what do you take me for?’ he looked at me seriously, and I developed butterflies, he said bluntly ‘I know what you are, James, you shouldn’t lie to me’. I became very embarrassed and walked in to my next lesson.

At lunch he didn’t go to the smoking area, when I couldn’t see him my phone began to ring, ‘James, I’m over the woods, come meet me, I’m by the bench.’ I was worried as the bench was where people go to inject themselves with heroin. I ran to him. He was crying, I sat next to him and before I could ask what was wrong he leant over and kissed me. I was shocked; my tongue couldn’t help but to submit to his. His hands began to wander and I felt them on my belt. He told me to take his top of, I did so, I ran my hands down his abs and kissed his neck then his chest. He unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans and boxers down, my 9 inch cock stiffened like a branch. He took it into his mouth. It all happened so quickly, twenty minutes ago I was in my French lesson.

He slowly got out his cock, I’d never seen a piece so beautiful, it was 10 inches, the head was perfect, his balls swung in the breeze. I took a condom out of my wallet and my dreams came true, he turned me over onto the bench, rolled the condom over his throbbing dick and lunged into my virgin hole. The pain was searing but it quickly turned into pleasure, I was screaming his name.

‘Tom fuck me harder, harder, YES!’. I’d never felt so good in my life, he gasped that he was about to cum and pulled his dick out my hole, whipped the condom off and came all over my hairy chest. I sucked his cock dry. He then collapsed on top of me and we kissed for another half hour. God had answered my prayers. I was lying on a bench with Tom on top of me, our cocks squashed together and our tongues in each other’s mouth. I had reached ecstasy; our relationship could only get better.