A little bit about myself. My name is Alex, 6'1", slim, 28" waist, straight, fair hair and glasses. My dick, not that it matters, is only 5.5". I shave the area to at least make it look bigger.
I had achieved exceptional A level results, A stars in three subjects and an A in the other, which gained me an offer of a place at a prestigious university.
I was still a virgin at 18, and I had always known that I preferred men, even the thought of a vagina made me want to puke. I would trawl the Internet, watching gay porn videos, and masturbating. Being so young, that would be several times a day, always horny.
Freshers Week was a real eye opener. Coming from a small rural community, to be thrown into a situation where hundreds of fellow students were mingling and chatting was awesome, though I was somewhat nervous and naive. Unused to large crowds, I stayed on the periphery, sizing up my next move. Another guy must have noticed me, came over, shook my hand, introducing himself as Michael, from Leeds, with a strong northern accent. Michael was around 5'9", with dark curly hair and sexy stubble. I still only shaved once a week, bum fluff. Michael was probably my first love, I still didn't know if he was straight or gay. He wore a sharp, dark blue, pin stripe suit and crisp white shirt, with a Union Jack bow tie. We had been standing there, watching proceedings for a few minutes, when I felt him brush my hand. 'An accident', I thought, until he did it again, this time making sure I noticed. I brushed his hand back, and our fingers entwined. I had my first gay kiss.
After a while the crowd began to disperse, so Michael and I adjourned to the bar. He was studying micro biology and me physics and chemistry, so there would be a connection. We lunched in the canteen and then went to find our rooms. Unfortunately, we were on opposite sides of the campus. What's more, we had to share our rooms with another student, making any chance of sex nigh on impossible. In the first week or two, holding hands and kissing was as far as we got. I shared my room with a lad called Mick, pleasant enough, very untidy. Mick was almost as tall as me, though somewhat fatter, with acne. He was very conscious of his body, to the extent where he put his boxers back on when he came out of the shower. I didn't give a fuck, even with my little dick. I also didn't care about wanking in his presence, everybody does it. It was two or three weeks before I saw, in the half light, his hand going up and down. He let out a groan when he came.
Back to Michael. He had more luck. His room mate was studying sports science. Tall, lean, and fit as fuck, Darren was sexy, and he knew it. Happy to be in the room naked, he didn't care if Michael saw him wank. On the contrary, he went out of his way to perform. Soon they were having wanking contests to see who could cum the furthest, Darren always won. He was however, the salvation to our problem. One evening, Michael confided in him, and showed Darren a picture of me. Darren offered to let us use the room, as long as he could watch. My first fuck, and I would have an audience. I made sure that I was clean and went to their dorm Saturday morning, hoping Darren would make himself scarce. No such luck. We ignored him, making out on the bed and undressing one another. It was the first time we had seen each other in the nude. His cock was much bigger than mine. I may have been virginal, Michael certainly wasn't. He knew all about giving head, rimming, and everything else to do with anal sex. He told me to lay on my tummy. He lifted my hips, parted my ass cheeks, and used his tongue to probe my hole. I sighed. More saliva, he inserted his index finger and felt for my prostate. He leaned over me, positioned himself, and my virginity was gone. It hurt like hell, I didn't care, my cherry lost. Out the corner of my eye, I saw Darren tossing. "I'm gonna fuck you now." Michael said, and he started pumping. Darren came over my back and rubbed it in, I came unaided and Michael bred me. Once he had plopped out, I reached round and felt my ring. I scooped up some of Michael's cum and ate it. I was elated. Saturday afternoon Michael shagged me again, this time in missionary style. We could kiss and fuck at the same time. Darren was still there, wanking. With my ankles on his shoulders, he gave me a lesson in gay love making. Out, play with my ring, back in and out on repeat. Darren thought it would be funny to cum on my face, as if I cared, I was in heaven. Michael turned me over and did me doggy, bent me right over and fucked me harder. Ribbons of precum dripped into my mouth, a few strokes, and I was swallowing semen. Michael, put me down and bred me for the second time. Back in my room, I proudly told Mick what I'd been up to. He pretended to look disgusted, his tenting boxers told me otherwise.
During Freshers Week, I joined the LGBT+ group at the uni, a welcoming gang of seven or eight, not always the same people, lesbians, gay, bi, and transgender, we supported each other. It was where I met my next shag, Jules, a second year student of philosophy. Jules was living off campus, in a shared house with four other second years. They were all comfortable about who anyone brought home. When I arrived with Jules, unlike Darren, his room mate left us to it. By now I knew the score, had made sure I was clean and happy to give Jules a blow job, knowing that if I made him cum, he would last longer inside me. I also brought my own lube, in case Jules didn't like rimming. Having sucked him off, we kissed and cuddled until he was ready to go again. He fucked me in loads of different positions. I came a long time before he fired his seed into me. I now had two guys wanting my ass. I still wanted more.
