Bruce and Tom

The Friday afternoon after my first week of classes had me struggling to remain focused on my work. My diligence up to that point left me with only a few chapters of reading to do over the weekend, and I was almost finished working the math problems for today’s homework.

My distraction was sitting on my roommate’s desk. His laptop was open to a loop of photos running with IrfanView. Hunky men, some with clothes, many without, were interspersed with men doing other men. My dick was hard, and I had to keep adjusting it. I fought the urge to jack off; I needed to finish my problems first.

I also wondered why Bruce would leave that running on his machine. He had been friendly enough during the week and a half that we had roomed together, but the subject of sex had not come up, let alone the subject of sexual orientation. Bruce had a great body, nice and fit, slightly athletic, a little bit of peach fuzz on his chest. I’d even caught a glimpse of his penis. It was a nice size, not too big, but certainly not too small. His face was ordinary, average, I’d say. He wasn’t cute or handsome. His smile was OK; he hadn’t worn braces and his teeth weren’t straight; although, they were clean and bright white. He didn’t have any piercings or tattoos. So, if I had to give him a grade, I’d give A- on the body, C+ on his face, definitely A+ on his friendliness, and a solid B on personality. I wasn’t drawn to men’s asses, but I found Bruce’s to be an A+.

Almost finished with the last problem, and Bruce came in. He clicked the door locked behind him and came over and sat on my bed. He unzipped his backpack and pulled a brown bag from the top. He was staring at me; at first, it made me uncomfortable, and then it started to make me hard.

“I left that running on purpose.” He nodded toward the laptop. “I was hoping it would turn you on.”

“It did,” I replied.

“I know I’m not much to look at,” he looked down toward the floor as he said it.

“Don’t say that,” I told him.

“Every night since the first day we met, I wanted you to come over to my bed and fuck me.”

Those words made my dick harder than it had ever been.

Bruce pulled off his shirt; I pushed my notebook off the bed. I leaned in and kissed one of his nipples.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” was his response. He pulled his cargo pants and underwear off in one motion as he kicked off his shoes. He was seated in front of me only wearing socks. “Let me lie flat on my front so you can fuck me without having to look at me.”

“No. I want to look at you. I want to see your face.” I grabbed the sides of his head and pulled it toward me. I kissed him and pushed my tongue into his mouth. I ran the tip of my tongue across his lower teeth. Their unevenness excited me. I could tell I was oozing precum.

Bruce grabbed my shirt and pulled it off as I unbuttoned my shorts. He stood next to the bed and pulled them off. I pushed down my underwear, and he grabbed them and pulled them off, too.

My throbbing dick pointed straight with precum dripping from the edge of the head. Bruce swallowed the head in his mouth and circled it with his tongue. I felt dizzy; I had wanted to have my dick sucked, but this was my first time. Bruce got back on the bed and more of my cock went into his mouth.

He pulled back. “That tastes so good.” He reached for the brown bag as he said it. I ran my hands over his abs as he pulled out condoms and lube. I took a condom and placed it on my cock. Bruce rolled onto his back and spread his legs which gave me my first full look at his hole. It had the appearance of a tiny slit.

With lube on his fingers, Bruce ran his fingers over the slit. “Tom, I want you to take my cherry ass, fuck my pussy.”

I’d never heard anyone refer to his hole as a pussy, and it turned me on. I wanted to fuck him. I got on my knees and pushed my cock head against his hole.

“Shit, your cock is big.”

I continued to push my cock down with my hand as I leaned into him. “Fuck, Bruce, this hole is..” At that moment the head slipped in. Bruce made a screeching noise. He began to take in big gulps of air.

“Come on, Tom. Push it in. Give it to me.”

I pushed more as I leaned into him. His grip on my cock was painful, and then I was in as far as I could go.

Bruce had grabbed the bed cover and had two tight fists. His teeth were clenched, and his eyes had rolled back in his head.. I moved my arms behind his knees and lowered my head to kiss him. His body was too tense. I could not reach his lips, but I was able to lick his chin with my tongue.

He released the tension on his jaw and looked at me. “Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

I began to piston in and out of that tight manpussy. With a free hand, Bruce pulled my head toward his, and we kissed with all the passion of virgin lovers on a wedding night. Between kisses, we locked eyes. Each time I looked into his eyes, Bruce begged me to keep fucking him.

The tightness of his cherry ass kept begging me to come. I held back as long as I could, but finally, I bang into him with a force I didn’t believe possible and shot my load.

Bruce threw his head back. “Fuck, bro. I can feel you filling me.”

I finally ran out of juice both literally and figuratively. I collapsed on him and kissed his jaw. I reached down to hold the condom as I slipped out of him.

We lay together silent and sweaty. I ran my finger over his right nipple as our breathing slowed.

Bruce finally broke the silence. “Let’s get tested so we can do this raw, and I can feel your seed fill me.”

I smiled. “How many rubbers do we have?”

“I bought twelve,” he replied.

“That’s six each. Are you up to fucking me?”

“Yeah?” Bruce was questioning me.

“Of course,” I told him. “And I want to see your face as you take my cherry hole.”

“But, I’m…”

“Don’t you want to fuck me?” I asked.

“Of course. Who wouldn’t? You’re so fucking handsome and sexy.”

“Do you think a guy as hot as I am let some ugly faggot fuck me? I want you, Bruce.” I reached for his cock; it was still hard. “Put a rubber on it.” I began to lube my hole.

Bruce got on his knees. His dick was hot and hard. I squirted a bit of lube on it then I positioned myself on my back. I rubbed lube over my hole.

“Oh, fuck,” I said. “I can’t believe this is happening. I think my heart’s gonna burst, it's beating so fast.” I rolled up and kissed him. Then I rolled back and pulled his cock to my hole.

Bruce pushed into me. “Fuck, you’re huge. Keep going.” I didn’t realize how thick his cock was, but after he pumped me a few times, I was in heaven. Each slide into me made me lightheaded, and each time he pulled out, the pressure change made me want him more. He started to pound me harder and faster, and when he came, he pushed his pelvis so hard against mine that my body was honestly moved across the blanket.

The next day, we were tested for STDs; we were quite happy when our results came back negative. We saved a lot of money during those four years of college by not having to buy condoms. That was ten years ago, and we’re still saving money.