Freshers' Fair

I met Kurt at the "Freshers' Fair" on the first Wednesday of the new academic year. I was a final year Sports Science student, out recruiting new members for the University Gay Society. It's a tough job, being the first to grab all those fresh young guys and separate them from their two quid joining fee but it has its benefits - not least of which is getting a chance to chat up all the new prospects on campus.

Most of the guys I managed to enlist that afternoon were pretty run of the mill but things took a turn for the better the moment Kurt entered the sports hall. Good looks, medium build, short, light brown hair and a real cheeky smile. Oh, and yes, he caught sight of the banner above our table and came straight on over. Strange that, how quickly some guys lose their inhibitions once they are away from home and their schoolmates.

Well, when Kurt announced that he wanted to join the GaySoc I somehow managed to have run out of membership cards - I can be very careless at times - but promised him faithfully that if he let me know which room was his I'd pop round that evening and give him one. Okay, so I know it's an old one but Kurt laughed at it too and gave me his room number. Needless to say, I was knocking on his door later that same night bearing a membership card and a six pack. A little hospitality is always appreciated by newcomers…

Kurt answered the door wearing nothing but a pair of red cotton trunks and a smile. It had been a hot day after all and anyway, his mum wasn't around anymore. His room was just like all the others in the Hall, a bed, a table, a couple of chairs and the ubiquitous midi system. I sat myself down on the bed, handed over the beers and told him to tell me all about Mechanical Engineering. For ten minutes he did, then realised that I didn't know anything and cared even less about engineering. We both laughed and Kurt sat down beside me. I noticed that he appeared to have a hard on. He wasn't the only one either, and he knew it.

"So," Kurt laughed, "tell me size doesn't matter and I'll show you my cock." That cheeky smile of his again. Hiding his apprehension?

I placed my hands down on his crotch, feeling the warmth of his cock and balls through his trunks as I pulled his soft, supple body closer to me.

"Size does matter," I said, "but not just how big. I like all sizes of cock. Big cocks are great to fondle and look at but small cocks are good too. Small cocks are easier to suck and when it comes to fucking they're a lot easier to slide up someone's arse. Which is not to say that if you have a good 8 inches or more of meat down there I'm going to be disappointed of course, but 4 inches isn't going to have me crying either. I want your cock no matter what size it is."

"My cock's bigger than four inches!" laughed Kurt, a little relieved.

All cocks are different," I continued. "Some are long and thin, others are short, or thick. Some stand straight up when they are stiff, others are curved like bananas. Some have a big knob, some are pink, some are red."

My cock is pretty average, about six and a half inches long with short, dark brown pubic hair around it. My pubic hair is short because I shaved it all off a few weeks ago and it hasn't grown back fully yet. I couldn't resist telling Kurt that.

Kurt relaxed, no longer quite so nervous. "You shaved all your pubes off?" queried Kurt, "I would like to have seen that."

"Do you know what would really turn me on, Kurt? Describe your cock to me. Tell me how big it is, what it looks like. How much pubic hair you've got." I continued to fondle Kurt through his soft cotton trunks, rubbing my hand over his stiff cock, feeling his hard knob pressed against my palm. Kurt smiled, savouring the feeling, the attention.

"My cock is about six and a half inches long too," began Kurt. I pressed my hand hard against him. "Well, perhaps about five and a half but it gets dead hard when I get a stiffy," he laughed, "and it curves upwards too. Just like a big fucking banana." I placed my free hand against his arse, grabbing him tightly. "I can come gallons too when I wank," he continued, "usually I spurt up my chest and then let it trickle down over my pubes and rub it in. I love doing that."

"Hmm," I smiled, " we'll have to see about that. Now, let's have a look at your cock. It's about time these shorts of yours came down."

Kurt began to struggle playfully as I pulled at his trunks, easing them down over his strong, tanned thighs. "No," he laughed, "don't pull my kegs down, don't get my cock out, I'm just a little boy." We both rolled over onto his bed, laughing together as his trunks were pulled off to reveal the hard, strong cock and firm arse beneath them. Kurt grabbed my hand and placed it on his rampant cock, thrusting himself against me, masturbating. "See," he said, "my cock is just as big and hard as I told you."

It was. About five and a halfish inches of hard meat with a distinct upward curve to it. Beautiful. Standing proud above the tangle of light brown hair at its base. I wanted it. Wanted him. And I was going to have him. Right now.

"Come here," I laughed, pulling the still struggling Kurt closer to me, "Let me feel your cock and balls, boy." I continued to hold Kurt's cock tightly as he moved in close to me, pushing his prick against my jeans, wanking hard. It would only be a matter of minutes before he managed to jerk himself off into my hand. I placed my free hand against his smooth chest and pushed him gently over onto his back, still holding onto his cock as I sat across his thighs and wanked him.

"Keep playing with my cock, mister," begged Kurt, "milk all my spunk out. Make me come." I was happy to oblige, to feel his young body wriggle and toss beneath me as I pressed my thighs against his, squeezing him, controlling him.

"Have you done this before?" I asked.

"Yeah, loads of times. Me and my mate often wank off together over a girlie mag, seeing who can come first. Sometimes we wank each other off too. Bet he doesn't know that I'm thinking of him rather than the girls in the magazine when we're doing it. Once when we were wanking he stood up in front of me, so his cock was level with my mouth like. I knew what he wanted! He wanted me to suck him off but he was scared to ask. So I casually just told him what a great cock he'd got and how I wished mine was as stiff. He stepped a bit closer so his cock was just a couple of inches from my face and I grabbed it and pretended to be admiring it."

"And then what ?"

"I looked up at him and smiled, and told him if he gave me a blow job I'd give him one. Just to see what it was like. Before he could say anything I slipped his cock into my mouth and began to suck and lick it. He went wild, pushing his cock deep into my mouth and pulling my head into him! It felt great, taking a big warm, hard knob into my mouth, feeling his pubic hair rubbing against my face as I tongued his wet, salty dick. Boy, he really enjoyed that suck! He kept saying "Suck my cock, lick me, taste my dick.' Then I wanked him off until he came, shooting great big globs of spunk over me as I knelt in front of him. He got embarrassed by that and apologised, saying he hadn't meant to come over me. If only he knew how much I got turned on by it. I think he did too..."

I could feel Kurt's cock beginning to reach maximum stiffness and start to throb. Any moment now he would shoot his load of cream into my hands. I grasped his arse tighter and began to nibble at his nipple, wanking him hard and slow.

"So," I enquired, "did he give you a blow job in return?"

"Yes, well, sort of. I pushed my cock against his mouth as he lay back on his bed and let it rub over his lips. He hesitated a bit and then opened his mouth as I pushed against it, letting just the tip of my cock up against his teeth. I almost came right then, I mean, my best mate was lying naked beneath me taking my cock in his mouth. Wow! I pushed a bit more and wriggled my hips, wanting to thrust my hard cock right down his throat but he wasn't keen on that and pulled my cock out to wank it. I spunked up straight away but didn't manage to hit him." Kurt laughed at the recollection and then sighed.

I began to lick down from his nipple, tracing my tongue along his soft chest and stomach, down over his navel towards the fine, downy hair above his cock. Kurt was about to get his first real blow-job. I wanted the spunk that was boiling up inside that beautiful cock of his. I let go of his cock with my hand and slipped my lips around it, taking him into me, savouring his warmth, the stiffness.

"Please, mister, suck my cock. Lick my stiffy! My mate won't suck me, he says that's just for queers - then makes me suck him off instead! Oh, yes." Kurt closed his eyes and threw his head back, pushing his burning cock deep into my mouth. He came almost instantly, torrents of warm, salty spunk gushing out from his prick and into my mouth. I swallowed his spunk, continued to suck at his cock, carried on tonguing the wet, tender, red end of that throbbing prick, driving Kurt wild. " Oh, wow, oh my cock! Oh, that's great, you've swallowed my cum mister!"

Kurt was lying beneath me, stiller now, a smile on his face as I looked up at him. His cock was beginning to soften as I let it slip from my mouth and began to lick up his stomach towards his nipples. I lay with my head across his smooth chest, tonguing his erect nipples and looking into his dreamy, satisfied eyes. My right hand lay along his soft, wet, sticky prick, my left beneath his firm arse.

"So," I said, gently fondling his cock, "how was your first real blow job? Do you like having your pretty little cock sucked then?"

Kurt continued to smile and gaze up into space. "That was fuckin' great - I never thought it could feel like that! Wow! My knob right in your mouth and my spunk flooding out, my mate would never let me do that with him. And swallow my spunk - no chance! I liked being sucked and sucked after I'd come, it made my balls go all tight and funny. Orgasm or what!"

"There's more where that came from," I laughed, "just you wait until I really get to work on you." I began to move down again, taking his soft prick between my thumb and fore-finger, bending it, squashing it, admiring it. Moments later I was licking around it, over it, running my tongue over his balls, between his legs, back over his shiny, red knob. "I told you I didn't mind what size cock you had, Kurt. Yours is just great. Nice and soft, super-suckable. Cocks are just as good to suck when they are soft and sticky with spunk as they are when they are big and stiff. You can get more of them in your mouth too..."

As I played with his cock, I felt Kurt begin to run his hands over the crotch of my jeans, rubbing at my erect cock through the coarse, black denim. I pulled away from him and stood by the side of his bed, looking down at his smooth, naked body. Kurt reached out and began to tug at my zip, eager to release my cock. I smiled and stepped back out of reach.

"Okay, I guess it's time I showed you what I've got. Think you can handle it, boy?" I pulled my t-shirt over my head and threw it to the floor before removing my socks. I stepped closer to the bed and slowly unfastened my zipper, sliding my jeans down a little to give Kurt a glimpse of the short, brown pubic hair nestling over my cock. Kurt looked up at me and then sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed until he was facing me. I stepped forward between his legs, my crotch almost level with his face.

Kurt put his hands on my hips, slid them down, took hold of the waistband of my jeans. He looked up at me and I nodded. "Go ahead, pull them down." As Kurt began to slide my jeans down my cock sprang out, hard and pointing directly at his face. For a second Kurt stared at my knob and then, without saying anything, leaned forward to take it in his mouth. I stepped out of my jeans and thrust forward, driving my knob past Kurt's lips and deep into his welcoming mouth. "Suck my cock, boy."

Kurt's hands grasped my arse, pulling me into him as he eagerly sucked my cock deeper into his mouth. I began to thrust back and forth, fucking his mouth, enjoying the sensation as my cock slipped easily over his lips, in and out. His eyes were closed, his cheeks hollowed as he continued to suck hard on my cock. His fingernails dug deep into my buttocks, the pain serving to emphasise the pleasure I was deriving from his mouth. I was going to have this boy.

I pulled back, my cock sliding from Kurt's mouth. He looked up at me, smiling, eager to take my cock again. I grabbed his hair, pushed him flat onto his back on the bed, twisted him over onto his front. Kurt realised what I wanted, arched his back, thrust his arse up into the air.

"Go on, mister, take my arse. Fuck me. Fuck me up the arse with your big cock."

I reached down, placed my hands on the tight, firm cheeks of his smooth, rounded arse. I guessed that he hadn't been fucked before. His cock was stiffening in anticipation of what was to come, a smile across his face as he looked back over his shoulder. "Go on, spear me with your cock. I want you to. I want to feel your big prick right inside me."

I reached over to my jeans, taking out a tube of lubricating gel and a condom from the pocket. Yes, I know I said I can be careless but this wasn't one of those times. Kurt smiled eagerly as I tore open the packet and slipped the condom down my shaft. " This is going to stretch your arse, Boy." I reached under him and grabbed hold of his stiff dick with one hand whilst taking the tube of gel in the other. Kurt placed both his hands on his cheeks and pulled them apart to reveal his tight, red hole.

"Go on, mister, fill me. I want your meat."

I squeezed a handful of gel onto my palm and wiped it along the length of his crack before rubbing it around his hole in slow, tightening circles. Kurt began to quiver slightly as I rubbed, probing at his arse, slowly opening him up. I leaned forward, placing the swollen head of my cock against his arse and eased it between his cheeks, pushing against his hole. I felt him relax a little and thrust forward, fast and hard, driving my dick into him, half an inch, an inch, two, three. Kurt cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as I continued to push deep into him, burying my full length inside his tight arse.

"Aaarhg ! Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me!"

Kurt continued to cry out as I began to screw his arse, pushing deeper and deeper into him, pulling out almost completely, then driving back up him, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but always hard and forceful. Kurt pushed back against me, wriggling his arse to increase the sensation for both of us, turning me on with his cries and pleas. His arse was tight, gripping my cock, his muscles wringing every last sensation from my thrusting dick.

"Oh, yes, split me, mister, keep ramming your dick up me, let me feel your cock," gasped Kurt. I continued to fondle his stiff, little prick, pumping away at his sex stick as I humped his arse, the two of us getting our rocks off together. I felt Kurt's cock begin to throb ever faster and began to wank him with long, deep strokes, squeezing his balls as my own slapped against him, the two of us only moments away from climax.

"Aaaww, fuck! Yeeeees!" Kurt cried out loudly, his cock releasing a flood of sticky spunk over my hand and up his stomach. I continued to fuck him, harder, deeper, smearing his spunk over his chest and round to his arse.

My cock began to throb uncontrollably, I felt my balls tighten, my whole being focused in the tip of my rampaging cock. "Yesss, take my cock, Boy! Take my spunk." Kurt continued to grunt and gasp beneath me, our breathing, our every utterance in unison as I began to flood his arse with my cum. I pushed down onto him, collapsing his arms, squashing him flat to the floor beneath me, relishing the feel of his young, spunk and sweat covered body sandwiched below me.

For a while neither of us said anything, being content to lie together on the floor, my cock gradually softening and sliding from his arse. Kurt took hold of it, slipped off the condom and began slowly squeezing my cock between his thumb and fingers, milking every lost drop of spunk from me. I was happy to let him, lost in the waves of pleasure still rippling through me.

"So," Kurt said at last, "You kept your promise to come round and give me one. How about coming round again tomorrow and letting me have a go at fucking you? I'd hate for my cock to stay a virgin now that you've had my arse. I think I could really get off on screwing you." That cheeky grin again.

Somehow, I think I'll be seeing a lot more of Kurt. Oh, but he does tell lies though, no way is his cock a full five and half inches. Not that I care. It still fills my mouth nicely.