Alliance of Gay Students

Aaron Beau Sefcik began his freshman year at the university the same year that Ryan Cooper and Spencer Greene began theirs. He lived on the third floor of the same dorm as Ryan. This is his story.

This place seemed so big the first time I came here, and it seemed even bigger when I started classes. I know that I am lucky to be here. I left five younger brothers at home. Two brothers had already graduated high school; one was working as an auto mechanic, and the other was working for a peach farmer up near Tyler. I wanted to be a lawyer and work for the public defender’s office. I had an uncle who had a crappy public defender; he almost went to jail, but an accident landed him in the hospital, and his replacement saved the day.

I met my roommate on the first day I arrived. He was a large guy with several chins who ate Cheetos all the time. Every time his girlfriend stopped by, she brought him a bag of them. Except for the noise he made while eating, he was a very quiet guy. When I’d see him in the dining hall, he was off in a corner with his girlfriend. They would leave together; he’d come back to the room alone about nine o’clock, go take a shower, and then go to bed. My staying up until eleven or twelve didn’t bother him.

My life has been going non-stop. I take six classes, four are MWF and two are TT; all of them are in the morning, so my afternoons and evenings are free. While I need to keep focused on my studies, I don’t want to lose my scholarship, I’m always watching the guys. I know most of them are straight, and I know that most of the others aren’t going to be interested in me. I still want someone to be my first, someone who can teach me.

Part of my problem is that I’m shy. I don’t talk much in class unless I have a question. I’ve always tried not to draw attention to myself. I have a high success rate with that goal. In order to increase my chances of at least getting a date, I decided to join the Alliance of Gay Students. From what the guy said at orientation, it was a social club not a group of social anarchists or activists. If you want to march, join the LG+ (pronounced L G Plus) coalition. I attended the meetings, met a few friends to eat meals with and with whom I could study, but I didn’t meet anyone to date. Still the meetings were fun, so I kept going.

There were a couple of guys whom I thought were really cool, but they didn’t act pretentious at all. I enjoyed eating lunch with Alvin and Blake. They were funny and friendly. Another guy, named Stewart, had a dry sense of humor. He only showed up at evening meals. He was one of those guys who said funny things, but he didn’t really think he was funny. But again, I didn’t find myself attracted to him. I was wondering whether I would ever get to feel a hard dick inside my ass let alone find someone who wanted to hold my hand.

Things were chugging alone as far as my studies were going, and then something horrible happened. Several of my friends were murdered; I didn’t feel safe. I went to class and back to the dorm. The only other time I left the room was to go to the dining hall. I called home to talk to my dad, and while I was telling him what I was thinking and feeling, while I was looking for some support, I confessed that I was gay. He immediately let me know that I wasn’t welcome in his home; he said he was sure that the entire town would feel the same way. He hung up on me. So when Thanksgiving rolled around, I didn’t go home.

I bought some lunch meat and ate a turkey sandwich for lunch. I was watching a football game on the horrible TV in the student lounge. The sound didn’t work, but neither did the mute button. A lot of static bombarded the room, and I kept thinking that I would go back to my room at the next commercial when Ryan Cooper walked into the room. He invited me back to his room to finish watching the game. I almost said no, but I decided that I could use the company.

We went to his room, and I found Spencer and a cute guy watching football. The cute guy turned out to Ryan’s brother Jeremy. After the game, Jeremy and I started talking. He was genuinely interested in me and where I’d come from and what I wanted to do. I found out that he was a senior in high school and planning to come here next year. I had noticed a basketball on the desk next to the TV, and I asked him if he wanted to shoot a few.

He said yes, so we went out to the courts. We shot a few balls and then played a little one on one.

“You know,” said Jeremy, “you’re really funny.”

“Funny looking, you mean?” I smiled a really broad smile.

“No, you’re not funny looking. You’re actually very handsome.”

I stopped; I was holding the ball. Jeremy walked up to me and put his hand on the orange sphere. “No one’s ever said that to me before.”

“Well, it’s true,” he told me. I wanted to believe him.

“You’re the one who’s really cute,” I said. “Look, you’re blushing. That’s cute, too.”

“I’ve never talked to anyone who admitted he was gay,” said Jeremy. “And I only recently found out about my brother. Plus I just told him a few weeks ago.”

‘Yeah, it’s weird being able to admit that you like guys and to be able to actually talk about it.”

Jeremy nodded.

“And,” I stepped a little closer to him and put his hand over his crotch, “I can tell you that I want to have sex with you.”

“It’s weird just to have you say it, but I guess it’s true we can be honest with each other. Can we go back to your room?”

“Yeah, I bought condoms at the beginning of the semester; I haven’t used any of them yet.”

“You know, you’ll be my first time.” Jeremy blushed again.

“I’ve been the only one I’ve had sex with,” I admitted.

Jeremy laughed. “So you’ve fucked yourself?”

“Hell, yes,” I said. “With my fingers. Haven’t you?”

“I guess I’ve fucked my hand.”

I put my hand on Jeremy’s shoulder. “So, we’re both virgins. Your dick felt bigger than my finger.”

Jeremy chuckled. “I’m sure you’ll stretch. At least, I hope you do. That would be messy.”

I started to run. “Catch me, and I’m yours. And you better catch me, because now I’m really horny.”

Jeremy sped up and kept pace with me. “I think you’re mine no matter what.” The two of us scurried up the stairs to the third floor of the dorm. We went straight to Aaron’s room, and once inside, I immediately removed all my clothes. Jeremy watched me..

I knew I had a very slim body, bordering on too thin. My chest was smooth; my armpits were almost hairless, and I had a small patch of hair above his penis. My scrotum was also smooth.

Jeremy stared at me. He took off his clothes. “You’re really turning me on,” he said. I saw him reach down and touch his own penis. Precum had started to form at the tip. I could see it glisten. I handed him a condom, and he removed it from the wrapper. He started to put it over his hard shaft, but he had it backwards. He flipped it around and unrolled it.

I smiled. “I did the same thing when I practiced with one.

Lying on my back on my bed, I was flexible enough to pull my knees behind my shoulders. I spread my cheeks, and displayed my tight rosebud to Jeremy. I rubbed some lube over it. Jeremy moved his index finger over the sphincter and pushed the tip inside.

“I need you to fuck me, Jeremy. I want you to put your dick in my hole.”

Jeremy approached me. He rubbed the condom covered head of his cock against my hole. He moved it up and down as he applied pressure until his dick slipped inside. I felt the sensation of the stretch and I gasped. “Push it all the way in.”

“Aaron, it feels so good.”

“Shove it in. Please. I’m so glad it’s you.”

Jeremy pushed his dick into me. I gasped again and threw my head back. “Fuck, yeah. Oh, fuck that’s so fucking big. Pump me.”

As Jeremy pistoned in and out of me, I felt lightheaded.

Jeremy began to murmur. “I’m feeling dizzy. Your hole is so warm and wet and tight. I think I might come already.. Jeremy reached forward and ran his fingers down my shaft, and my penis convulsed and sprayed cum over my head. Some of it landed on Aaron’s chin and chest. Jeremy exploded into the condom. He pulled his dick out and glanced down at the ejaculate filled rubber. “I’ve never seen so much cum. I can’t believe this came from me.”

I sat up on the edge of my bed. “That was fucking awesome. I want to do it again.”

“We’ll need to wait a bit. I need to catch my breath.”

I started to laugh. “I didn’t mean for you to do it again right now, but it would be cool if you could.”

“We’re going to need to get back to my brother’s room. We can play some more basketball later and sneak back up here.”

“Maybe we can skip the basketball part,” I suggested.

“What? And have no foreplay before we fuck.”

We both giggled like little schoolboys. I looked Jeremy straight into the eyes. “I love your dick.”

“It fits in your ass perfectly, doesn’t it?”

“It sure does,” I told him.

“Don’t say anything to my brother. I’ll tell him when I’m ready.”

Jeremy left to go back home on Sunday. We had fucked nine times since meeting on Thursday afternoon. I only had three condoms left from the package. Jeremy said he would not be getting any man pussy when he got back home. He told me that he had no gay friends, in fact, he said no one in his high school had come out, probably for the same reason he hadn’t. The same reason many of us hadn’t.

I went back to my routine of dining hall, class, dining hall, room and repeat. Most of the research I needed to do was on-line, so I didn’t have to. I did attend the December meeting of the Alliance. I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone new, not really. I guess the real reason that I went was to ask Jeremy’s brother about Jeremy’s plans for Christmas break. I wasn’t welcomed at home, so I planned to stay in my dorm room during the break.

I saw Ryan at the drink station and went up to talk to him. He told me to ask Jeremy myself. Then Spencer told me to ask him to come to campus so we could fuck. I guess that Jeremy told Ryan about our having sex while he was here at Thanksgiving. It was really awkward. I went outside and sat on the steps, and I thought long and hard about Jeremy.

Jeremy was a great guy; he was a wonderful sex partner. I liked him, but I wasn’t in love with him. Could I fall in love with him? I didn’t know; there wasn’t the spark that I always imagined would be there. I would love to spend time with him at Christmas because I knew we would have fun. I decided to let him know that I’d be here on campus and see what he said.

“Hey, there. It’s Aaron, right?”

“Yeah. Thomas?” I asked.

“Tom. What are you doing out here?” he asked.

“Just thinking.”

“‘Bout what? Oh, I’m sorry. It’s none of my business.”

“No. That’s OK. Just wondering about Christmas. I can’t go home, you know.”

Tom put his arm around me. “I’m sorry to hear that. I know there are several guys whose parents don’t want them to come back home. I never realized how lucky I am until I heard about things like that.” He reached over and held my hand.

“I appreciate that.”

“Do you want to come back to my room and see if we can make you forget your troubles? At least for a little while?” Tom smiled at me.

I thought for a second and then smiled back. “Help me up,” I said as I stood up.

“But you’re already up.” He stood as well.

His hand was still holding mine. I moved it to my crotch. “Almost, but not quite,” I laughed.

Tom moved his other hand and pulled my head toward him and then kissed me. That surprised me, but I liked the way it felt. He moved his head toward the dorm. “Let’s go fuck.”

“You’ve got a way with words. I might have to marry you.”

“Don’t start picking out curtains just yet,” he said. “Come on.”

As soon as we were in his room, he started kissing me again. I didn’t have any experience, but I followed his lead. I left my lips slightly apart, and his tongue slipped right in. He unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my neck and my pecs.

“You’ve got great nipples, Aaron. You should come show them off in the gym.” His mouth was on mine again. I felt his hands fumble with the button on my pants as his mouth sucked on my chin. He got my pants loose, and I kicked off my shoes. His hands grabbed my ass and lifted me onto his bed. I pulled my shirt off and let my pants fall to the floor. He pulled my underwear off and then moved in to kiss me again.

I pushed him back. “Get your fucking clothes off. Strip for me.”

“You fucking perv,” he responded as he removed them. Once they were off, he climbed back on me, licking my shaft, then my navel, and my nipples; his tongue ran along my jaw before his mouth pressed into mine. Our hard shafts rubbed together.

“I want your dick in me,” I said.

Tom got up and went to his dresser. He retrieved some lube and a condom. “Spread ‘em,” he chuckled. I pulled my cheeks apart, and he pushed the nozzle of the bottle of lube to my hole and squeezed. Cold lube shot up my ass.

“Fuck. Wow.” I shook my head.

Tom unrolled the condom. His dick looked a little larger than mine. He rubbed some lube on the condom. “Are you ready for some real dick?”

“You have one hidden somewhere?” I asked.

“You fucking asshole!” he laughed, then he pushed the head of his cock against my hole. My hole resisted.

“Push harder,” I said as I pulled my cheeks apart and pushed out.

His cock slammed all the way inside.

“Fuck me,” I shouted.

“You OK?” Tom asked.

I breathed out a few times. “Yeah. Now give it to me.” I reached for my feet. Tom bent forward and kissed me as he pumped. His tongue explored my mouth as his dick reached into my depths. He slid out of me and told me to roll over. He got onto my back and reentered me. It was a completely new sensation. His knees pushed mine apart and pushed himself in farther. I twisted my head around. He took a hand and wrapped his fingers around my neck. He kissed me while applying pressure to one of my carotids. My eyes rolled into my head, and I shot my load into the sheets.

His fucking became more rapid, and he pushed himself into me and came. He pulled out and threw the condom in the trash. “Will you stay so I can fuck you again?”

“No. I should get back and finish reading a chapter for English class. What about tomorrow?”

“My roommate will be here.”

“We can get under the covers.”

“You want me to fuck you in front of him?” he asked.

“The covers would hide us,” I laughed.

“But he would know what we’re doing.”

“So.”

He bit his upper lip and looked over at the empty bed. “OK. Maybe.”

I slipped my clothes back on. “I left a mess in your bed.”

“I love the way cum smells. I want to suck you and taste your cum.”

“You’re crazy, Tom.”

“Yep, I’m crazy, but I’m a good fuck. You have to admit that.”

“I’d say you’re in my top two.”

Tom held me, pulled me close, and kissed me. “Hmm,” he said, “I’m going to need to figure out how to fuck myself into first place.”

“Shall I give you a hint?”

Tom nodded.

“Just how much of your tongue could you fit in my cunt?”