When I reflect on my first year at University of Science and Technology (UST), I thought I would feel a sense of accomplishment. My name is Chris and originally, I had enrolled at a competing college along with the rest of my mates. It was kinda expected of me to follow the rest of them. Parents, friends, the lot of em all saw a future ahead of me that I couldn’t grapple. I had gone to a private boy school, played rugby up to and including my final year at school, and gotten good final grades and appraisals. I didn’t mind my time at the college but I didn’t get the academic fulfillment that I expected, y’know? I don’t know, it felt weird going to classes where professors posed grand hypotheticals while ignoring the world outside the classroom.
It is funny, a guy like me, caring about academics. But to be honest, I was always very competitive. On top of playing rugby, I also was captain of the debate team, a member of the school symphony, and was a tutor for the younger boys struggling with History and English. The image of me feeling exerted, my light brown hair sweaty and matted to my forehead with a slight flush over my cheeks and nose, could equally describe me partaking in a gruelling rugby match or verbally rebutting my debate opponent.
I made the decision to transfer after a few weeks of boredom and frustration. UST was a better fit for me. I bring up my highschool background because UST was kinda seen as being more for lads from public schools. I guess I still feel a bit insecure but to be honest, I preferred the company far more at UST. I think that is why I expected to feel so upbeat about completing my first year at an exciting new place. That was until I bumped into Tom.
Tom was a friend out of circumstance. Tom did a lot of the things I did at the same highschool. He was slightly shorter than me. Where I had pale skin, Tom’s parents shared Indian heritage giving him a dark complexion. While I was broader and stockier, Tom maintained a lean but muscular build. Tom had dark curly hair and a cute innocent smile that could be just as lethal in a debate as a jaguar. When we shared a purpose and were on the same team, you just knew we would win, y’know? He shared my tenacity and I respected that. But in the classroom where grades were solo, it was a fight every year to see who would come out on top. Usually, it was me. After each awards night we would be playful about the result, but I knew it would annoy us both when the other won.
Tom studied at UST just like me which I knew. I did not know we would both be studying engineering. Walking into my first lecture and seeing him there. Boys, I’d be lying if I didn’t I felt a tad bit excited. Y’know the type of excited where you are filled with nerves? But you remember you are the top shit and can’t wait for the challenge? Well, that’s exactly what I felt. I guess Tom was integral to my learning journey and it seemed he wasn’t gonna let me get away with winning that easily.
I sat next to Tom in that first class without a word, but I glanced at him with a smirk. His reaction mirrored my own and I knew he was thinking the exact same thing as me. He was going down.
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“No I haven’t started it. Have you?”
“Take a guess. I’ll give you a minute to think,” said Tom. I rolled my eyes even though he wasn’t in the same room as me. Of course he had started the assignment as soon as it was handed out.
“Of course I started it as soon as it was handed out.” Idiot, I thought.
“Well, we have three weeks. I think you can slow down, that’s what I think,” I retorted as I supressed a smile. I felt my most calm when I had a worthy opponent to harass. I’m not a bully by any means, but Tom and I had built a rapport as we both reached the end of our first semester at UST. He is a big boy, he can take it.
“I know, but I can see that page three already has a math dilemma that will haunt me every single day until I complete it. If it looks hard to me, then Chrissy boy, you will be stumped forever.” He was right and it pissed me off. The stupid nickname didn’t help either. When I struggled with math, it would be uncommon for Tom not to struggle too.
I like procrastinating sometimes. Okay, a lot. I may like academics but not enough to deny my other joys: sports, clubbing, oh and fucking. Since moving into the UST dorms I have enjoyed exploring my options. Women, they are great. Men, they are good too. Truth be told, I had Grindr opened on my phone as I texted Tom. I’d switch apps as my short attention span shifted to different wants and needs. I was kinda bricked up too but I was mostly bored.
“So what, you want me to start the assignment now so I can hold your hand? Do the assignment for you?” I teased back at him.
“Fuck you man. Leave it to the night before, see how much I care.”
“Okay, okay, I am starting it.” I knew Tom secretly did care. Same way you care about your bros coming to the gym with ya. Like, you don’t need em to babysit you, but you want what’s best for them, y’know? It also makes you feel a little bit more secure too knowing you are part of a group and not a loner.
I closed Grindr and opened my laptop. It had been a quiet night anyway. No one was peaked my interest. I sort of looked at the black loading screen before turning back to my phone. I know, I know, bad study habits! But I was bored as hell and didn’t feel like starting math equations at 8pm on a Monday night. I’d already been to the gym otherwise I would have gone then. I heard a toilet flush as my roomie exited the bathroom without washing his hands.
“Y’know, soap isn’t expensive? We don’t have to ration it just yet,” I hollered as Matty entered our kitchenette. Matty was shirtless which certainly didn’t bother me. Although, it did bother something in my pants.
“I only pissed, no biggie bruh,” Matty said, wiping his nose on his palm as he scratched his right pec. If I considered myself muscular, Matty was a god, bros. He had biceps that, to be honest, kinda scared me. He had nice bushy pits though which always saw the light of day as Matty was allergic to shirts. He was nice guy though; I can never keep up with him at the gym.
“You off somewhere?” I asked.
“Nah, I’m hella tired. Gonna crash or watch some Tiktoks.” Matty could be caught doing two things: fucking a chick or fucking sleeping. I wasn’t totally convinced he was actually enrolled at UST since I have never seen him crack open a book, let alone attend any class. In his defence, Matty has caught me eating and fucking pussy too. I try to keep the gay stuff to myself. But Matty could tell when I had assignments and exams cus no puss during that time. Only books. I was pretty tired too after rugby training. I only played socially but I still liked to win and put in all my effort.
Leading with my shoulder, I had tackled my bud Pete before he could dispose of the ball earlier at practice. I was a secret weapon. I was fast and could tackle to save my life. None of those pussy tackles either where you grab the jersey and try to pull the opposition down with ya. No, consider me Tonya Harding the way I swept those grown men off their feet. I got low as I tackled my bro, Greg, my shoulder colliding with his beefy thigh. Coach had to blow his whistle to stop me from injuring any of our star players.
I opened my phone again once I saw Matty close his bedroom door. The Grindr logo popped up. I scrolled the profiles, constantly refreshing my phone screen in hopes a hot guy would suddenly appear. For some reason Grindr was full of older dudes this night. No hate. In fact some of them were great bottoms but I liked college guys too. I was so bored.
A blank profile tapped my profile. What the hell, might as well say hello, I had thought.
“Sup,” I sent.
“Hey how is it going?”
“Eh, okay. Bored. You?”
“Stressed haha. Could blow off some steam. You study at the uni?”
“Yeah. I live on campus. Can’t host rn tho.”
“Damn, neither. I know a spot tho.” I rolled my eyes. I was never into exhibitionism. It gets dirty and I don’t like fucking bottoms in bushes where they can get loud and we can be seen. Plus, it is uncomfortable for the bottom lying or kneeling in the dirt or shrubs.
“Idk, maybe another time. Can host sometimes just not with roommate around. I’m a top.”
“Ah fair, I get it. Wanna exchange pics?” I was hesitant. While I have fucked a few guys, I wasn’t exactly open about that side of myself and don’t enjoy being recognised. My own profile pic is just my torso.
“Idk, send yours first.”
“Come on, show me your big hard dick, big bro.” Fuck, I did enjoy that. I didn’t want to be outed but fuck, I wanted to show this boy who the alpha was. I opened my album which comprised a photo of my torso, face, and cock in that order. Now I am not ashamed of my cock at all, bros. In fact, I am pretty confident with my size. My cock is 6.5” and 5.5” thick. I wouldn’t trade cocks because my hairy boy was enough to get ladies and gents. I am the boss; I had the best dick on campus. Nothing anyone would say could convince me otherwise. The dick pic showed off my foreskin and my hairy bush. I pressed send feeling pretty cocky.
“Fuck, that’s hot. Nice dick, Chrissy.” FUCK. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what have I done. I was considering smashing my phone but the faceless stranger sent me a picture. I tapped it waiting for it to load. A picture of Tom, with a cheeky grin and a thumbs up, graced my screen. FUCK! Bros, this is not good. I hadn’t thought this through. Did I know Tom is gay? Yes. Did I think he would be on Grindr? Obviously not!
My breathing spiked. Tom didn’t know I was bisexual and yet now he has seen my cock. I quickly remove my album. Tom sends me a sad face emoji. All I could do was breathe, bros. Like, what do I say?
“Meet me behind the gym shed where they keep the footy stuff. That’s my spot.” Oh shit, bros.
“Listen, Tom, I didn’t mean to send you that. I’m not gay. Well, not fully.” I pressed send. I tried to take a deep breath but all I got in response was a ping on a map of where to meet Tom. I assumed he meant to go there now. I don’t know why, but I found myself picking up my rugby jacket before tying my jogging shoes onto my big feet. I remembered I was wearing my rugby shorts still as I exited the building, the cold greeting my calves as the wind rustled my leg hair.
I walked around the perimeter of the main campus, past the rugby and soccer fields before reaching the storage shed. It is a good spot, I guess. It was next to the fields but the sides and back were guarded by a thick tree line. No one would have any reason to be behind the shed since the ground sloped down after a few feet into a creek which constantly flowed murky water.
I got close and found my breathing accelerated again. I rounded the side and saw Tom leaning against the metal structure. You could tell he was shorter than me.
“Hey,” I said, a slight tremble in my tone.
“Hey, Chrissy.” Tom’s tone was almost imperceivably normal, but I could see a tad more confidence in his voice.
“I am sorry I sent you my dick pic. Listen, I am not gay.” Tom didn’t say anything, his eyebrow raised. The silence was uncomfortable, so I continued, “I-I am bi, okay?” I think Tom felt bad because he quickly rushed to talk.
“Chris, man, its okay,” he said. “I assumed it would be hard to express yourself via message and I thought you would die from tension having to wait until our next class or study sesh to divulge whatever.” I exhaled a bit, feeling calmer.
“Well, yeah, that’s that,” I said. “Fuck me, I am glad everything is fine between us.”
“We are totally cool, man. Don’t sweat it. I will say though, you have a nice cock.”
“Bro, what the fuck,” I said with a nervous laugh. I felt my usual confidence slowly return. “I mean, I am not surprised though. It is a pretty good cock.” I moved a bit closer to Tom, my eyes roaming his face and body. He wore baggy clothes so I couldn’t check him out.
“I can definitely relate,” Tom teased.
“Yeah bro? You sure you can fully relate?” I smirked at Tom. It was his turn to shift closer, as he fully faced me. He brought his hand to his crotch.
“Wanna compare then?” Bros, I was so down. A competition? Fuck yeah.
“Oh, you are so going down,” I laughed cockily.
“But let’s make things interesting,” Tom said. “Loser has to give the winner 10 bucks.”
“That’s it? If you wanted to give me $10 bro, you could have just asked.” This was funny to me bros. Tom was a pipsqueak to me. Cute, but he lacked a man’s ruggedness. He isn’t necessarily feminine, but he leaned more twink than alpha stud.
“Well, whip it out then.” Tom said. Bros, Tom issued a dare and fuck me if I was gonna back down. Tucking both thumbs in my waistband, I shucked my shorts down and then my underwear in quick succession. Tom got a nice view of my bulge for a second before my white dick flopped out. I was half hard but even in the cold I was getting erect. My 6.5” was slowly growing as my hairy bush was on full display. I tugged on my man meat while never breaking eye contact with Tom as he nodded politely at my cock. “Not bad bro”
“Yeah yeah, show us your dicklet then, princess,” I teased lightly. “And pull out your wallet while you are at it too.” Tom wiggled his eyebrows as he untied his baggy sweatpants. His pants dropped with little effort as he pulled down his tight briefs. I could tell he was rock hard right. As he stepped out of his underwear, I finally saw it. Fuck it was nice.
The first thing I noticed about Tom’s cock was that it was thick. Thicker than my own. The shaft was covered in veins that contoured the skin, diving deep into the cock and remerging somewhere else. Tom’s balls complimented his thick tool. They looked heavy, like it took Tom actual effort to hold them up to his body. His balls had a dusting of hair on them, but his cock had a thick bush much like my own, except I had showered after practice. It looked like Tom’s cock and balls and bush had a slight sheen of sweat and musk from a long day studying and doing math.
Tom’s length wasn’t anything to laugh at. His girth was more noticeable to me than his length. I just couldn’t tell who was bigger in the dark behind this shed. I think it was at that point that I realised I was staring at my bud’s cock. I looked up to see Tom making eye contact, his smirk and cocky look unwavering.
“I don’t know what you think is so funny, I’m definitely bigger,” I laughed, hiding my nervous demeanour. The truth is, I did think I was bigger. But fuck, he is thicker.
“Let’s see bro.” Tom stepped forward as he took hold of my cock and slowly slid our meat sticks side by side. His movements were glacial as our cocks moved against each other, the friction like tectonic plates as his firm grip kept our rock-hard cocks together. The heat of our dicks was pleasant, especially in the cold night. I could feel his pulse from his cock. It seemed to be exhilarating for us both as his pulse rushed. But I made sure to look deep into Tom’s eyes as my cockhead slowly crashed against his pubes. I bit my lip.
“Looks like I am bigger,” I whisper, looking down at my shorter bro. Why can’t I play nice, bros? I reached down and took both of our cocks into my hand to take control as the alpha, as the winner. Fuck, it was hard holding onto both cunt bashers like that. I couldn’t look away. The sheer girth of both cocks combined made it a task to hold onto both simultaneously. The weight was another issue too. It is hard to explain what happened next. I kinda dropped my cock and held onto Tom’s, trying to wrap my hand around it. I couldn’t. Fuck. Tom’s voice didn’t seem to break me out of it as I kept looking at our cocks together. My bud, my rival and me, behind the shed.
“Seems my cock has an admirer,” said Tom softly. His voice was smooth, his hands behind his back as I held his cock for him. I gave him a squeeze before slowly moving my hand back and forth a couple of centimetres, nothing much, bros. I didn’t respond as I continued my staring contest with Tom’s cock. Fuck bros, it felt like I was winning too. I could feel the sweat on his meat, the smell that collected around his balls. His brown skin shifting with his foreskin. “Shh its okay,” Tom whispered. Fuck bros, I didn’t even try to speak but now I definitely wasn’t going to.
Tom’s hand left his side as he patted me on the shoulder. Bros, I have no idea why but it suddenly felt like my shoulders were so heavy. Almost like all my stresses and burdens were collected on my shoulders and back. And Tom, Tom was trying to swat those pressures away. His hand helped me to the ground, my knees falling on my discarded clothing. I almost didn’t notice how my vision seemed to shift as I grew closer to Tom’s Indian cock. My hand remained on Tom’s dick, my bigger one still hard like before. My thumb slowly rubs against the frenulum, behind the cockhead. I was only admiring, bros, I swear.
“Oh, shoot, I forgot about the bet,” chuckled Tom. Oh yeah, the bet. I looked up at Tom expectantly. He didn’t move. “Well, I don’t have all night,” Tom said.
“What do you mean? You owe me $10…” I said in a hushed tone, confusion on my face. I saw the smirk widen on Tom’s own face.
“I think we both know who actually won the bet, bro. It’s okay. This is just between us,” Tom cooed in that smooth voice. I was lost in his voice as he pushed my nose into the crevice between his cock and thigh. I accidentally breathed in as my mind goes foggy. Bros, that smell. I can’t describe it but I wasn’t pulling my head away. My eyes grew heavy. And then I knew I had to. I wanted to. Tom was right. “That’s it. Good Chrissy,” groaned Tom with a victorious smile as he watched me mindlessly pick up my pants and pull out my wallet, my keys and phone falling out of my discarded pants. I hand Tom $10 from my wallet as I let out my own moan.
Bros. I don’t know what to say. But fuck, I had to bros. His cock, it was hot on my face and that smell. Fuck, I am bigger, I know, but it’s that half an inch difference that drove me over the edge. Being bigger and yet Tom was so thick and musky. I couldn’t contain this part of me I had never recognised. My nose grinded deeper into Tom’s crotch like a dog as I inhaled slowly, my cock throbbing with every breath. Tom’s hand slowly descended onto my head, not forcing me deeper but just to rest their and for some reason, I found it reassuring as I continued my journey to get musk drunk on my rival’s cock. The cock I paid $10 to.
“Oh no, bud. There’s a problem.” My eyes grew big as I stared up at Tom as he looked down at me, adrenaline shifting through my veins reaching my big dong. “I think we agreed on $20 for the bet. Remember?” Tom said, his face concealing his lust. Fuck, bros. A bet was a bet. And to be honest, I could not remember. My brain was completely preoccupied with Tom’s stench and sweat. I don’t know how, but I suddenly found myself handing Tom another $10 note. Tom let out a moan as he gently patted my head like you would to a bottom. “That’s a good boy.”
I let out a moan against Tom’s balls and cock as I rubbed my nose deeper, under his balls. “Give it a taste bro. I can’t believe I hadn’t done this sooner,” laughed Tom with real and pure amusement on his smug face. I didn’t need to be told twice as I ran my tongue along Tom’s balls. My tongue sang with every taste as I felt more and more of that pressure, that burden to be the best slowly escaping. Tom was helping me, he was doing me a favour right now letting me lick those big heavy balls. My hand held onto Tom’s thigh to keep me steadied as I licked his balls clean. I moved to his bush where I huffed and tasted the sweat trapped in his curly forest.
My tongue ran through the hairs like a brush as my deep masculine grunts of pleasure escaped my mouth, my brain completely shut off. I panted, taking in fresh air as I opened my eyes, awakening from my trance as I recouped from suffocating on Tom’s musk. It wasn’t until then that I noticed how quiet the night really was, the thumping in my ears from my pulse belonging only to me. I could make out Tom’s words through the blood flowing in my head but the language felt foreign.
“Please,” I groaned as I looked up at Tom, my rugby jock face looking drunk as my words slurred slightly. My face was wet from your musk and my spit. My lips looked puffy from licking and sucking on Tom’s balls and bush. My eyelids were too heavy as I stared up at my godly bro.
“Please what, bud? Need something?” Tom asked innocently.
“Please let me taste it.”
“Gotta be a bit more specific than that, big bro. What does the debate captain want?” Tom ran his thumb over my lip, my mouth automatically opening as if I were trying to take it inside my gob.
“P-please, Tom. P-please may I suck your bigger dick.” At this point, I was brainwashed. I had only one purpose and fuck I needed it. Badly. My mouth was wet, my tongue licked my lips as I stared up at the cock that casted a shadow on my face.
“I don’t know about that bro. I am already helping you out a lot, aren’t I?” He was right. Tom was sticking himself out here for my benefit. I don’t know what happened but suddenly I had a genius idea. Like the alpha debate captain I am, I looked up at my bud.
“May I pay you bro? I-if it isn’t an inconvenience…” I moaned quietly. Tom’s cute smile widened, his teeth on full display.
“Sounds good to me bro.” My own mouth smiled, happy to get what I desperately craved. I opened my wallet and handed over $10. Tom took it from my hand and tucked it, along with the other $20, into his abandoned pants before standing up again ready for me.
“Thank you, bro. Thank you for taking my cash, sir.” Bros, I was so grateful, my cock was leaking a steady amount of precum by now. I don’t know why I called him ‘sir’ but I know it made Tom very happy as his smirk turned devilish. I was so eager I couldn’t help thanking my rival for taking my cash, for unburdening my wallet from the weight of that money.
My lips trembled as I slowly parted them. I gripped onto the base. My tongue escaped my mouth and swirled around the swollen cock tip. An explosion of flavours hit me as Tom’s precum drooled and pooled into my hungry hole. That was all I needed. I began to suck on my bro’s cock, up and down. The thick tip entered my mouth, forcing my jaw open wider than I knew it could go. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I let out a low groan, the same type of groan I’d let out while fucking a milf’s pussy, ramming my rod deep into an eager slut. Now I was the slut and I was in heaven.
I took more and more of Tom’s cock deeper into my mouth all the while never breaking eye contact with him. The victory in his eyes drove me deeper than his hand could have pushed me. I memorised every vein and ridge in his cock as I felt him slip in further all the while Tom moaned like a real dominant man.
“Fuck, who would have thought the school dux would be so happy losing to my Indian cock.”
“Mmphff nnngh mmmmm” I couldn’t speak but I proved my devotion by slamming another inch deeper into my desperate mouth.
“That’s it. Don’t rush this moment. Remember this as the time you truly lost to me. No coming back from this.” I didn’t want to go back to anything other than this as I slowly pulled back from the base of Tom’s dick, suctioning my lips before pushing as much of his cock back in. My senses were completely flooded with Tom and his smell, nothing else registering in my mind as I served the man before me.
With each bob, my head grew closer to the base of Tom’s cock but the tip would insistently hit the back of my throat. This was my first time sucking a cock but damn was I addicted. I tried not to choke, but it was becoming unbearable. Tom’s hand motivated me as he guided me deeper, his tip making me gag as I try to pull off. Tom pushed me down harder as his hips began to thrust against my face, his balls slapping my smooth chin as drool spilled from my lips.
I looked up at Tom again as tears filled my eyes. I stayed still as I let my alpha use my mouth to satisfy his needs, knowing deep down I wanted this badly. My big muscles felt ridiculous as I knelt for my lean bro, my biceps flexing as one hand held onto Tom’s thigh and the other planted firmly on the ground. I was like giant ape surrendering to a chimpanzee. I imagined Tom’s cock as an especially thick and straight banana as I used that hunger to serve my master.
“Fuck, I am getting close. Baby want to taste his prize?” I moaned loudly, sending vibrations through Tom’s sensitive cock. My tongue sped up its assault on Tom’s shaft and tip as I doubled my efforts. Our eyes met as Tom thrusted into my mouth, my sucking meeting him halfway. With a loud grunt, Tom took his cock out from my lips and began to pump his cunt basher rapidly. Tom’s breath was laboured as he suddenly shot ropes of thick white cum onto my tongue. I closed my lips around the tip as I began to swallow my bro’s load. Fuck bros, it was delicious. I drank every drop before milking Tom’s cock. I used my hand to jerk the base of his shaft as my tongue teased the back of his cockhead.
Tom smirked as his cock finally softened. He stepped away from me as my body collapsed against the shed. I took deep breaths in as I stared at my pants and underwear. Tom brushed his clothes clean of shrubs and leaf litter and began to dress.
“Good job, Chrissy. I think with practice you will be able to get my cock even deeper than that.” My eyes grew large as I awakened to the reality of what just occurred. I gulped as I tasted Tom’s semen which still hang on my breath.
Author's Notes:
Hey everyone, this is my first attempt at writing something like this. I hope you all enjoy it! I am considering writing a second part to the story so let me know what ideas, thoughts, and feedback I should consider. Thanks again!
