Reading week getaway with University buddy

During my undergrad degree I fell into a really solid group of friends with whom I keep in touch with to this day. In our little group were Marc and Christa who were dating on and off but we all hung out together, getting drunk etc.

I wasn’t out yet, although I’m sure everyone knew I was gay and I always had a huge crush on Marc because he was so virile, masculine and just cool. And he smoked, and he wore ripped jeans and ball cap and I often fantasised about him when I jerked off.

Fast forward to third year of university and we have our reading break for which Marc and I decide to drive to the coast and spend the time at his parents cabin on this little remote island.

I didn’t plan or intend to sleep with him, but I think in retro this was definitely part of his plan.

The drive out was a long 12 hour ordeal but standing at the railing of the ferry I found myself crushing majorly on my friend who looked so sexy in the open air staring off into the distance.

The cabin was nicely fixed up, three bedrooms, a cute little kitchen and a wood burning stove that kept things nice and toasty.

Our days were spent doing our school work, then we’d go for walks or a bike ride. With only one real pub on the island we became regulars pretty quick and on about the 4th night we had had way too much to drink and stumbled back to the cabin arm in arm laughing over something silly.

Now the thing with Marc and I is that he loved to wrestle. I don’t know why he loved to wrestle with me to be honest but when we got back to the cabin, we were sitting around playing a game and he literally pounced on me.

I screamed and protested like a little girl I’m sure but we kept rolling around a tumbling. 

At one point, I found myself pinned down by his entire body weight looking straight into his face.

He paused in this position for what seemed an eternity and just stared at me.

I couldn’t move a muscle because he had me pinned down and he smirked while staring into my eyes.

Ever so slowly, he moved his face closer to mine.

I was drunk but I remember thinking, “is this really happening? Is he about to kiss me?”

I didn’t want to spoil the mood so instinctively I closed my eyes and a second later, his lips gently touched mine.

For as gentle as this kiss was, he still had me pinned down and he didn’t appear to be letting up his grip.

He moaned softly as he continued to give me what is probably the best kiss I have ever had in my life.

I felt myself getting a hardon and could feel his dick pushing against my hip bone.

And he just kept kissing me, holding my wrists above and out to the side.

After awhile, the tenderness was replaced with his tongue inside my mouth, mashing together and by this time I am matching his moans and kissing back.

All this time though, I am pinned, and now it is obvious that he is rock hard (as am I) and while continuing to kiss me, he starts to grind his cock against my body.

His moans were turning into more command like and while we started out as this beautiful sensual kiss he surprised the hell out of me when he stopped kissing me long enough to say, “sleep with me tonight.”

I was still restrained by his grip so I just nodded and with that he released my wrists and grabbed both sides of my head with his hands and planted another sensual kiss on my lips before releasing and springing up.

“Lets go,” he said holding one hand out to help me up while he adjusted the bulge in his jeans.

He was so strong in pulling me up, which of course was such a turn on and although he pulled me toward the bed, I said I wanted to have a shower first.

“Ok, have at it babe, you know where I’ll be,” he said while winking and grabbing his dick.

I probably cleaned up in record time and the whole shower my cock was achingly hard.

I got out and tried with little success to wrap the towel so I was hiding my hardon a little.

Not sure why I had suddenly become so modest but I guess I was still a little uncertain what was going to happen.

I entered the bedroom and he was laying there having a smoke with a big tent sticking up from the single sheet he had pulled up to his waist. 

No wonder I had a bone for this guy though, he was tanned, toned, slightly hairy and looked so sexy sitting there.

I threw the towel to the floor and my cock sprang out to attention.

“Wait,” he commanded.

I thought for sure he was calling an end to this but all he said has he put his cigarette in the ashtray was, “show me your ass.”

Acting all shy, I turned around and showed him my ass to which he moaned approval.

One of things about Marc and I was that we occasionally worked out together and one of the things we used to do was circuit training in the stadium running up and down the steps of the bleachers.

Anyway, suffice to say, my ass was perky and muscular which he clearly liked.

I crawled under the sheet and slid in beside him laying my arm across his chest with my head resting on his shoulder.

Before I got too settled, he pushed my head a little which was clearly a signal for me to suck cock.

I went under the sheet and found his very nice and thick cock dripping precum.

I had seen him taking a piss before and he is one of those guys that soft has a fat knob so it was no surprise to see a lovely thick boner sticking up and ready to be inhaled.

Even though I hadn’t come out yet, I was no stranger to sucking cock and for a long time he laid back and enjoyed the blowjob I was giving him.

“Fuck man, you are gonna make me cum,” and with that, he jerked my head off his dick and pulled me up before kissing me hard while we ground our bods against each other. 

We rolled around for a long time kissing and whispering things to each other.

While on top of me, he let go of a kiss and put his mouth near my ear and whispered, “I want to make love to you, I wanna fuck you...”

It was not really a question nor did I have any doubt at this point, so I let him take control of the position.

He leaned back and slowly ran his hands down my thighs, grabbed my ankles and slowly raised my legs up exposing my ass which up to this point he had hardly touched.

I remember looking down and seeing his cock oozing precum and bobbing around while he shuffled into position.

“Lube?” I asked with a twisted face.

He laughed but said, “Chicken!” Before reaching into the night stand and pulling out some lube.

He squirted a dollop onto his dick and after polishing it in, he fingered a bit into my hole.

“Come on I said, a little more please,” as I put out my hand into which he squirted a little more.

He went back to holding my legs wide open while I fingered a lot more lube into my ass.

“Fuck man, that is so hot” he said as he watched me slick up my hole.

I just smiled and laid my head back down which was the green light to fuck me.

His cock felt so good slowly entering me and I never even questioned or mentioned the need for a rubber oddly enough, and he slid inside me filling me up.

He was balls deep in my ass and leaned forward to kiss me moaning how much he loved this, how he loved being in my ass etc.

Like with his kissing, he fucked me slow and gently to start with but after while he became aggressive and mounted me hard and fast.

I had actually once jerked off to him fucking Christa next door in her house after a night of drinking and the only thing I could imagine was that he was a beast of a fucker.

And he was.

Once I was good and loosened he took liberties with how he fucked me. He got into doggie style a lot but even when I straddled him he would jack hammer into me and talk nasty shit to me while he barebacked my ass.

This first night we probably fucked in almost every conceivable position all over the little cabin and when he finally came in my ass we collapsed exhausted on the spot which happened to be near the wood burner where we snuggled and dozed off in each other’s arms.

Over the next few days, we continued to fuck all over the cabin. In the woods one afternoon while hiking, we stopped on this promontory with amazing views and before too long I was on my back taking a missionary pounding from Marc as he dumped a load into my guts.

Sunday came around and it was time to leave and so we loaded up his dads car and drove back to the tiny port to catch the ferry back to the mainland. 

Standing again at the railing of the ferry, we were both quiet and pensive.

I wanted to ask if this was now a thing between us, or do we never talk about it again?

He smoked his cigarette, stared off into space and every now and then he would look at me smile.

On the drive home our moods changed a little and the lingering smiles faded and we got talking about school and Christa.

I sensed that this would be our little secret when he said he couldn’t wait to get home and fuck Christa.

I felt a little heartbroken at this but as we drove along, I started to get hard with the mental image of him fucking my good friend.

Anyway, we drove straight through, he dropped me off at my place and we literally never mentioned the time on the island nor did we ever fuck again.

We still keep in touch once or twice a year and he is married or living with a long term girlfriend so I guess in the end, it was just a case of two university kids experimenting.

My experiment of course became lifestyle and eventually I came out to the gang.

As suspected, almost all of them, including Marc said, “big fucking surprise” with roars of laughter and teasing.