College Freshman Cums Out

by College Freshman

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I grew to despise Grindr, and deleted the app seven or eight times. Like many friends, I found it to be an addiction tough to quit. So after a few days without Grindr, I would reinstall and go trolling again for hot guys.

This pretty much was my routine.  And this morning, I was back on Grindr.

This was my first day at Tufts University, after years of hiding in the closet, fearing my religious parents and what other fellow homeschoolers would think.  I had just "come out" this morning.

The app paid dividends my first day at college. Shortly after I unpacked and set up my room, I collapsed on my new bed and was delighted that Grindr lit up with students nearby. I guess I wouldn’t have to guess which fellow students were gay.

After a brief back and forth, I accepted an invitation from Paul, an upperclassman, to “hang” in his room. He was very cute. Lanky, about 6 foot, tanned, a light coating of hair over his torso, and a very nice dick. His best feature was longish wavy brown hair that I couldn’t wait to run my fingers through. I also liked his stubble; gave him a manly look.

I had never been with a guy before, and I couldn’t believe my first time would be with such a cutie.

Paul greeted me at the door to his dorm room with a smile.

After closing the door, he moved quickly, with the confidence of someone who had done this dozens of time. I was nervous and excited at the same time. My dick was already getting hard and we hadn’t even done anything.

After downing two beers – the first of my life – we were making out. He was a very good kisser, and his hair felt amazing as my fingers ran through it as he worked his tongue in my mouth.

Paul slid his pants down off his hips revealing very cute boxer briefs and a very hard cock. He took my hand and held it against his hard dick and guided my hand up and down his shaft. After 18 years, I finally was grabbing a guy’s cock!

In no time, he slid my clothes off. As his slid my boxer briefs down, a cute pair of Calvins, my hard cock popped up at full attention.

He didn’t wait for me to reciprocate, and dropped his briefs himself.

This was the first time I had ever been naked with a guy, and I was rock hard. The undies he stripped off of me had a prominent pre-cum stain, which he licked as he looked at me before tossing them aside.

He checked out my body. I was just shy of 6 foot, pale skin tone, a skinny twink, with a thin happy trail, trimmed pubes, and what I thought was a nice butt. He seemed pleased, although I felt totally insecure as he looked me up and down and gently slid his hands all over my body.

Then, Paul laid down, took my hand, and pulled me atop him, our cocks rubbing against each other as he kissed me aggressively and his hands reached down to squeeze my ass. Since he laid me on top of him, I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to top him, which confused me since he told me he never bottomed.

Nonetheless, I couldn’t believe this all was happening. My head was spinning.

Paul grabbed the back of my thighs and pulled my legs up in a tucked position, which had the effect of elevating my ass. I could feel his fingers getting closer and closer to my hole. The fingers of his right hand started to enter my hole, making me nervous this all was going quickly -- perhaps too quickly.

Within seconds, he had me sitting up and I felt his left hand reach under me to grab his own cock. I couldn’t figure out why he would be jerking himself off and then I quickly realized he wasn’t when I felt his wet head of his 6 inch cock against my hole, pressing to enter.

I gasped, then abruptly slid off, leaving him surprised. He blurted: “What the hell are you doing?”

“I am not sure I am ready for this,” I replied.

“I thought you came up here to fuck?”

“I don’t know why I came up. I mean I wanted to do something, but I don’t think I am ready to be fucked. We just met,” I explained.

“So?”

“Fucking freshman,” he grunted as he stood up annoyed.

“You at least going to suck my dick?” he added with a great deal of frustration.

I don’t know why I didn’t leave – he was being pretty damn rude -- but I stood there as he kissed me again, then put his hands on my shoulders, pressing down in an obvious gesture.

I lowered myself to my knees, looking straight ahead at his hard cock, his perfectly round shaved balls and neatly trimmed pubes.

While I took it all in, he leaned forward and thrust his cock in my mouth.

I gagged, this being the first cock I ever had in my mouth. And given that he gave me its full length in one quick thrust.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never sucked a dick?!?”

“Aren’t you gay?” he asked.

“I came out this morning,” I lamely responded.

After absorbing his shock, Paul said: “Okay, take your time, but I hope you swallow.”

I held his cock, a feeling that was amazing.

I could feel the outlines of his bulging veins in my fingers and palm.

I started stroking, then licked his tip. The salty taste was fantastic.

Then with my hand on the base of his cock, licked his cock.

“Put it in your mouth,” he said with exasperation.

“Stop. Let me show you,” Paul said finally.

He stood me up, dropped to his knees and gave me my first blow job.

After sucking my balls, he took my cock in his mouth. I could feel his tongue working my cock and his hands worked my ass. He had me spread my legs, inserted two fingers and rubbed my prostrate as he sucked me with great skill.

His fingers hurt since he had not lubed them, but the feeling of him massaging me internally while I had my dick sucked was too much. Within a few minutes, I was fucking his face and holding his head and exploded in his mouth.

Without any gagging at all, he took my full 6.5 inch cock and squeezed every last drop of cum and swallowed it all.

If there was any doubt about me being sure I was gay, it disappeared in that moment forever.

Paul stood up, guided me down, opened my mouth and began to fuck my face.

When I gagged again, he held my head in place and refused to let me catch my breath.

I could feel his sweaty balls slapping my cheek. Felt his trimmed pubes against my nose as he thrust forward.

And after getting over my difficulty breathing, I started to work my tongue, making him moan for the first time. “This is amazing,” I thought to myself.

Paul cupped his hands on my face, as if he wanted to feel his cock through my cheeks as he fucked my face aggressively.

Then, with no warning, it happened.

Torrents of cum flooded my mouth and throat. I coughed, splattering his cum on him. But he persisted, and continued to shoot wave after wave of cum inside my mouth, as some of it dripped out the corners of my mouth.

As he withdrew his cock, Paul squeezed his cock to drain it before fully withdrawing.

He then held his cock like a paint brush and smeared the remaining cum over my face

I was surprised, but intensely turned on too.

Then abruptly, Paul quickly got dressed, not even bothering to wipe off the cum I coughed on him – or the cum on my face. Then, he looked at the time on his iPhone, muttered something about meeting up with friends, and left me still kneeling on his dorm room floor.

Alone in his room.

With cum dripping down my face.

Welcome to college.