In my freshman year of college I was still somewhat of what you might call an
antisocial geek. I did not really have a lot of friends because I was socially
inept. I had been very sheltered in my upbringing, not exposed to alot of the
outside world. My only exposure to sex was what I had seen in the Hustler
magazines that my father hid on the top shelf of his bathroom. At that time
Hustler did not show penetration, it was all staged models with their genitalia
in close proximity to each other. I always had a strange sensation looking at
the pages of these mags, but never really knew quite what it was all about. I
knew I liked looking at the women since I had never really seen a woman naked,
and the sight of a hairy bush was quite a turn on. There was also something
about a hard cock with a bush around it that also gave me a little of a tingle
too.
While I had no formal sex education, I knew nothing of masturbation either,
nor did I know anything about penetration, gay or straight. All through high
school I avoided gym class because I was very shy and surely never wanted to
shower naked in front of other guys. I of course was forced to, which I dealt
with. Always being one of the last to enter hoping no one would notice me. I had
no interest in seeing other guys cocks either.
Upon starting college I was still very shy and still not good at making
friends. I always was more of an observer, not so much one to participate in
anything. That tended to cause me problems, I got alot of comments from the
other guys that I was gay, or sweet, because I never engaged in sports or any
social activities. I just laughed it off and got by.
It was not until about 3 weeks in when I was in the dorm showers, which
consisted of one big room that had two urinals, two toilets behind a half wall
and four showers, that I got my first interaction. Being a shy person, I never
even wanted to use the toilet to crap, I guess I was always afraid that someone
would make fun of the noises we all make from taking a shit. I happened to go to
the dorm bathroom one day to try to take a crap in peace, because I knew most of
the guys were either still in class, or were at sports practice, so I could have
some alone time. Always paranoid that someone would walk in on me with my
underwear around my ankles, I was always on guard, but this day would be
different. As I was in the middle of my business, the guys who participated in
the Barrel racing team, came home to take showers. Granted, all of these guys
wore cowboy hats, were of a bigger build and most of them had chest, armpit and
pubic hair, which I did not always have a lot of. They also smelled of hay,
which was why they would come back and shower immediately.
Steve, who was one of the bigger of all of the barrel racers was the first to
come in the bathroom that day. I heard him come in, so I tried my best to finish
my business and get out before the rest of the clan came in. I wiped myself and
was about to pull up my pants when Steve came around the half wall completely
naked. He said to me "You look like you need some dick". I was always
intimidated by Steve anyway, so this was frightening to me. All I could imagine
was being raped by this guy who I would have been completely defenseless
against. Yet I was turned on by the sight of his cock and naked body. He walked
around the corner with his cock completely flaccid, but he had a lot of hair
around his cock, a little hair on his chest and hairy armpits, which I for some
reason liked. I still have an armpit fetish to this day.
Anyway, I had just got up and was ready to pull my pants up and leave the
bathroom, when Steve asked "Where do you think you are going?" I replied that I
had to get back to my room to study, in return he replied there was plenty of
time for that later. Steve grabbed my arm and turned me around only to start
squeezing my ass, yet holding one arm tight telling me he was "going to fuck
me". I was scared, yet had a strange feeling of excitement as well. He pulled me
close to him, my ass to his crotch. He was still soft but was rubbing his cock
and bush up and down my ass crack. He was also kissing and licking my ear,
telling me how bad he wanted to fuck me. I told him I did not want to, yet I was
still curious. The more he rubbed, the harder my cock got. When Steve noticed I
was hard, he pushed even harder. For some strange reason I liked the feel of his
cock getting harder, rubbing close to my bare asshole. He put me in like a bear
hug, and was pressing his cock harder against my asshole at the same time
telling me he was going to fuck me. He removed one of his hands from my stomach,
from which was holding me tight to him to spit in his hand and rub some of his
lubricating saliva on my ass and his throbbing cock. Steve's cock was only about
5 inches, but to me it seemed big.
I felt the head of his cock enter my ass, which was very stimulating, and
what I know now, put me on the edge of cumming. He was very slow about putting
his cock in my ass, and it felt very good. There was also something about this
big man holding me close to him that was also turning me on. He fucked me slowly
for about 2 minutes before he came, squeezing me so tight I couldn't hardly
breathe. After he came he pushed me away, called me a fag, and jumped in the
shower. I sat back on the toilet feeling that I had to crap again, of course it
was just his cum that I was releasing. I deposited his seed in the toilet and
proceeded to get out of there.
I still fantasize about that first experience, and how spontaneous it was.
After that experience I was all the more intrigued about cock, and what other
good feelings I would get from guys. I had many more experiences that year, and
would be more than willing to share if any of you are interested. Depending on
the feedback I get, I may write more. This is the first time I have told this
story, but it feels good to share it with all of you, I hope you enjoy it.
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