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Not quite noon on a Monday, the second week of the spring semester, and I was already exhausted. I had four MWF classes in a row, and I’d just finished my eleven o’clock class. I had two papers to write that were due Friday, and I was headed back to the room I rented just off-campus. I passed by the Cullen building when I saw him looking at me.

He was a scrawny guy, about five-ten, but probably ninety-five pounds. He wore a muscle shirt that exposed his thin arms. He was probably trying to show off a new tattoo that he had on his upper left arm. He seemed as though his head might be slightly big for his body, but he did have some sexy brown eyes going for him.

He was ripe for the picking.

So I maneuvered closer to him and raised an eyebrow. He glanced away and his cheeks got red. I knew I wouldn’t be writing my paper this afternoon. He glanced back at me then down at the ground. Cherry. Had to be. And he was frozen to the spot.

I walked up to him. “What’s your name?”

“Luke.”

“Cool,” I said. I would have said that no matter what he told me his name was.

“My dad’s into Star Wars.”

“My name’s James. Let’s go to my place.”

“Oh. OK.”

We started walking; he seemed to have trouble keeping up with me. Not because he was uncoordinated or had a muscle problem, but he kept looking around as though he was worried someone would see him. Like I thought, cherry. “How old are you, Luke?”

“Um. Eighteen. You?”

“Twenty-one. I’m a Junior. You?”

“Frethman. You ok with being seen with a frethman?” he asked a little defensively.

Was that a lisp, or was that a stutter? “Hey, it’s about you. Not about how many grade points you have.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. You’re a nice guy, aren’t you?” I looked at him when I said it.

“Yeah. Are you?” he asked.

To the point. I liked that.

“Not always. You still want to come up?”

He didn’t answer right away.

“I want you to come up,” I added.

“Yes. I want to.”

That was definitely a lisp. Made me feel a little sorry for him. Not sorry enough to let him off the hook. Oh, no. He was mine.

We crossed the street and went into the house without a word. I led the way upstairs. I unlocked my door and let him in. I didn’t lock the door behind us. If he changed his mind, but I knew he wouldn’t, he could leave.

I saw him scan the room and nod his head. I dropped my backpack and kissed him. He pulled back.

“I thought that’s what you wanted,” I said to him. “I knew it was; I was surprised he hadn’t kissed back.”

“I do,” he finally said. The way he looked at me, he wanted more. “It’s just that you’re so… hot, and I’m so… not hot.”

“And who told you that?” He wasn’t hot; he knew it, but hell, he was eighteen. He had a lot of growing to do.

“Come on. You see me. And look at you.”

“I’m three years older. I’ve filled out. I looked at you and saw your sexy eyes and a cute smile. I brought you here to be with me.”

He kept looking at me.

“Now, come over here and fucking kiss me.”

His bag fell to the floor and his mouth was on mine in less than two seconds. His tongue met mine, and he turned out to be a great kisser. Someone had shown him or taught him. More than likely taught him. Probably a cousin or an older brother.

I reached down and felt him. He was rock hard. I estimated about 5 to 6 inches, not thick, but a nice size. I was a little bigger, both in length and thickness, but not by much. The big difference is that I knew what to do with mine.

“Did you shower today? You smell really nice,” I told him because he did.

“Yeah, just before my ten o’clock class.”

I slid my hands under his shirt. It was loose and came off easily. I started working on the button to his pants. I got it undone, and then I pulled off my t-shirt.

“Wow. You’ve got a great chest. I love hairy chests; they’re so manly. He started to kiss my nipples. He was soft and gentle about it, and my dick got rock-hard.

I backed him over to the bed. I pulled his pants down to just above his knees and pushed him back onto the bed. “Hold your knees to your chest.” I helped him get them into position. His cock was stiff and between his thighs, and his balls were loose and easily accessible. His ass was completely exposed and just waiting for me. I used the thumb of my left hand to rub up and down the shaft of his dick while I pulled some lube from the nightstand and applied some to his hole.

The thumb of my right hand pushed lube into his hole as it circled the entrance. I added a little more lube and kept working it as I bent forward and pulled his dick into my mouth. His body quivered. I pulled back. “Keep holding your knees.” He wrapped both arms around his knees. “That’s good.”

I went back to sucking on his dick. I didn’t want him to come, so I was careful not to apply too much pressure. I sensed that my right thumb had done its job, so I slowly slipped a finger into his hole. He gasped a little. I could tell it was a good sensation. I knew to take my time with virgin assholes. I didn’t want him to experience discomfort with my fingers. That might come when my dick found its way inside him, but if I opened him just right, he would be begging me to fuck him again.

The position allowed me to get two fingers in him. He started to moan. His prostate was in an easy to reach spot. I was dripping precum with each of his moans.

“Put it in me. I want it in me.”

“I don’t think you’re ready, Luke.”

“I don’t care. I know it’ll hurt at first, but I want it. I’ve wanted a dick in me for years. Please.”

I grabbed a condom from under my pillow and unrolled it. Another drop of lube and I was ready.

His hole was at a perfect angle. I pushed my cock into him; he grimaced and then relaxed. “Oh, wow, yeah.”

That was my signal. I fucked that sweet hole. When I felt myself get close, I pulled out, and I pushed him farther back on the bed. I got on my knees and slid each one next to his hips and shoved my dick back in. He was still holding his knees against his chest. I forced them apart with my head and kissed him while I fucked him. At one point, his cock threw several ropes of cum, and he tightened his ass around my dick. I started to hump faster. He started to moan more loudly, so I covered his mouth with mine. It felt so good. Then I couldn’t hold back. I slammed hard into him four times as I came. I saw his eyes roll back into his head. I pulled out making sure the condom came back with me. I tossed it on the nightstand. Luke had a big smile on his face.

“I didn’t realize that fucking would feel that good. It’s like a hundred times better than jerking off.”

This was the point I tossed guys out of my room. We’ve fucked; now I need to study. But Luke rolled over and put his head on my shoulder. “How long before you can do that to me again?”

Fuck but he had sexy eyes.

“Why don’t we take a shower? I’ve got a paper to work on. You can study on the bed, and then we can fuck again after I get the outline written.”

Except for spring break, when Luke had to go back home, we’ve fucked at least once a day since. I told you I knew what to do with my dick.