Colin, the Liverpudlian, was still my go-to when I needed a shag, and I still enjoyed cruising, both giving and receiving. I found different ways to masturbate, including a fleshlight and vibrator. I learned to control myself, edging for hours before blowing.
The university LGBT+ group met every Friday on campus, gaining more members as word got around. One of those was Amun, an Egyptian. He hid at the back of the group. Amun was tiny, only 5'6 or 7", and weighing no more than 40kg, but I found something about him very alluring. In a quiet moment, I asked him if he'd like to come back to my room. His eyes answered for him. Once inside my room, he asked me to lock the door. "I am very nervous, homosexuality is prohibited in my religion", "Don't do anything you're not entirely comfortable with". I put my arms around him and squeezed his tiny butt. We kissed, but it was no more than a granny kiss. "I'm sorry, nerves". We kissed again, and this time our tongues met. He became very passionate. I put my hand under his top and toyed with his nipples. I then felt his hardness through his trousers. We shuffled back to the bed, and I sat. I unbuckled his belt and slid it through the loops. There was no resistance. I undid the top button and unzipped him. His trousers dropped to his knees. He had no underwear, and staring me in the face was a huge hairy, circumcised cock, with low-hanging balls. I looked up and he nodded. "You're the first person to see my erection". "It's beautiful", I replied. I cupped his sack and licked the shaft, teasing a drop of precum from him. I swirled around his crown and then engulfed what I could and began bobbing. Holding the back of my head, he face fucked me, making me choke. I wanked the base, and soon he bucked and sent jets of cum down my throat. "That was wonderful, can I do the same to you?" I shuffled out of my jeans and boxers, and lay on the bed. Kneeling beside me, he said, "I've not done this before, tell me if I'm doing it wrong". He swallowed me, sucking like a pro and quickly returned the favour. We dressed, and with a final kiss said he would see me next week and maybe we can do it again.
The following Friday, he no longer hid at the back. When no one was looking, he held my hand. The end of the meeting saw him back in my room again. This time he was both passionate and sensual from the start, and our tops were soon off. When we eventually broke for air he said, "I want to fuck you". Luckily, I had lube that I used for my vibrator. Naked, we kissed and cuddled, and went down on each other, an animal compared to the previous week. "I'll fuck you like I fuck girls at home". He knew nothing of rimming, but he smothered his fat dick and my hole in lube, and mounted me missionary, kissing before beginning to hump. His huge tool felt amazing sliding in and out. "You're tighter than a girl, I don't know how long I can last." I suggested we take a breather and try a different way. With me on all fours, he re-entered, holding me by the hips and pumping hard. "Please don't wank, I'll do that for you". He went faster, with little finesse. After five minutes, he let out a roar, and fed me Arabian babies. Pulling out, I rolled over, and he sucked me off again. "I love the taste of your cum". He stayed the night on the little narrow bed, and we made love again in the morning. My first real boyfriend.
Despite now getting serviced regularly by Amun, I still visited cruising areas and cottages. At my age, with an athletic build, it was easy to pull. One time, in a toilet block I had two men at a time, and later got fucked by another. My love of cum showed little sign of subsiding.
