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The classmate who followed me back to the dorm  

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9/29/2019 7:46 pm
The classmate who followed me back to the dorm


It was the spring semester of my freshmen year at college. In one of my classes was a young man the same age as myself, and I had suspected from the start of the semester that he might be gay or bi. He was a cute guy, in good shape, and I enjoyed looking at him. One day after class he followed me back to my dorm room, staying a few paces behind me. When I got to my room, I opened the door wide and invited him in. Then I closed the door, and for several seconds he stood with his back against the door looking at me. He was wearing a very tight-fitting pair of button-fly jeans. He had a hard-on that was clearly visible, his cock straining against the fabric. I couldn’t disguise my own interest. My own hard erection was straining against the fabric of my jeans. Since the beginning of the academic year, beginning the previous fall semester, I’d been dating wo or three female students, and I hadn’t fooled around much with guys beyond the occasional groping, giving and<b> receiving </font></b>a few casual hand jobs and blowjobs and a couple of trips to the local adult bookstore arcade to suck and be sucked on those occasions when I was desperately horny and the girl I happened to be dating wasn’t available or wasn’t putting out—most, as I recall, from those days refused to fool around when they were on their periods, only one of them happy to blow me. So, there the two of us were, both of us clearly horny. I reached out and put my hand on his bulging erection, traced the outline of it, moved my hand over it, moving up and down. He put his own hand out, pressing his palm against my throbbing hard-on. I told him to take his clothes off, and we both stripped. I pushed him down onto the bed and blew him, playing with his balls, tugging on them, fingering his ass. He soon shot his load into my mouth. I kissed him and shared with him his cum. When I stood, he leaned forward and began sucking my cock. I stopped him, got my bottle of baby oil. I asked if he’d liked me to fuck him. He nodded, took the bottle of baby oil, squired some into his hand and began lubing up my cock. I pulled him off the bed and had him bend over the desk. Then I lubed up his ass, working my two fingers into him, and then a third finger. He was no anal virgin, no novice. He’d been fucked before, and he liked it. He was moving, pushing back against my hand and moaning. He was leaning forward over the deck, holding onto the edge of it with one hand and jacking his hard cock with the other. I slowly slid my cock into his ass, his sphincter closing tightly around me. A few thrusts and I shoot my load. He reached back and grabbed my ass, telling me not to pull out, to fuck him again. He put one of my hands on his cock, and I began jacking him off. Soon I was hard again and thrusting into his ass. When he told me that he was about to cum, I pulled out of his ass, turned him around and took him in my mouth. He shot his load. I put him faced down on the bed and fucked him again. For several hours that afternoon we kept at it. I would blow him, then fuck him in the ass, then blow him again, and so on until neither one of us could go any more. We met nearly every afternoon after that until the end of the semester, swapping blowjobs and taking turns fucking each other in the ass. The following year we continued to fool around but not as often. We always had a great time. There was never a time we got together that I didn’t cum two or three times, often more; and a few times we would spend a weekend together, fucking each other a dozen or more times until neither one of us could get a hard-on or shoot any more cum.

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