Geologist

Growing up, geology fascinated me. Rock formations etcetera intrigued me unbelievably. This would seem quite normal for most people, but for a gay man it was like being like a fish out of water, and at university, I stuck out like a sore thumb. With seventy-five percent of the geology, students being robust males, and the other quarter no-nonsense females, my diminutive stature and persona, made me look like a visitor from the drama department. On our campus, the geology mob had the reputation of being the most dishevelled individuals. I was no fashion aficionado, but compared to the rest of the bunch, including the females, I looked like a Parisian runway model.

I had come out to my parents when I was a sixteen-year-old and never hid my sexual orientation after that. I certainly was not an overbearing ‘loud and proud’ individual, however, I had decided to deal with the problem directly and let people see me for who I was. This, initially, caused a few problems for me at college with the ‘different is another word for wrong’ brigade, nonetheless, after a few months things pretty much settled down.  As mentioned, small-framed as I was, I suppose common sense prevailed and the men realized that I was no threat to them.

As geology students, we had to spend two to four nights in the field every eight weeks or so. This encompassed roughing it and living in tents. By our first outing, three boys and three girls in our group of twenty had started dating. Naturally, they were very happy to share tents. The other two girls, whom most suspected were lesbians, also shared a tent. The remaining twelve men, therefore, had to pick a partner with whom to share a tent. As you would imagine, I was the last one that anyone wanted as a partner. Fortunately, for me, however, Declan came to my rescue.

The rescue, nevertheless, came at a price. Of all the geology people, Declan was the most slovenly. Declan was a large and aloof individual who always exuded a very strong manly odour. He also had slightly smelly feet. The foot smell was not disgusting but strong. It was not that he did not shower, but he certainly did not use deodorants or colognes. Declan was not the best-looking guy in the group but he had an interesting face. It reminded me of Picasso’s famous rose period painting done in nineteen-twenty-three, of the seated harlequin. Their facial resemblance was astonishing.

Goofy and clumsy as he was, Declan was one of the brightest students. His parents were palaeontologists, which gave him a head start over the rest of us. The rough lifestyle suited him and he thrived on our outings in the field.

On our first excursion, I, therefore, had to get used to my pungent tent mate. It was a two-day outing. Apprehensive as I was, by the second evening I had acclimatized to the heady smell in our tent. To be honest, adapting to the aroma was made easier for me when I saw Declan naked. He had a beautiful hairy body and his smelly feet were a lot better looking than they smelled. Most of all, Declan had one of the most impressive uncut knobs I had ever seen. Strangely, Declan also seemed very much more comfortable in my company than with all of the other students.  

Upon our return to the residence at college, I was placed in a rather difficult position, when the boy sharing with Declan, and my roommate, suggested that we swap rooms. Declan’s roommate was eager to rid himself of odorous Declan, and my roommate was happy to get rid of the sodomite. Declan and the other two men were very keen, and thus I felt forced into the arrangement.

During our field trip, Declan and I had become very friendly. We found that we had a lot in common and chatted endlessly. Like myself, he was also an art lover and our taste in literature was very similar. Having shared a tent with him for two nights, his odours offended me less. Although I was sure that Declan was straight, I had begun to find him very sexy. The one thing that I had also noticed about Declan was that he seemed to be less affected by my sexual orientation than all the other guys. Factually, it did not seem to bother him at all.

Most Friday and Saturday evenings the geology group would visit a local bar for a few drinks. The word ‘few’ might be an understatement because many of them ended up rather pissed. I have always believed that some people are born with an alcohol deficiency gene, and I was one of those. At best would have a beer, one of those with the word ‘light’ following the brand name, after which I would switch to mineral water. If I had two beers I would begin to slur, after three I began to wobble, and after a fourth, I would have to visit the toilet to call for Ruth in the big white telephone.

The week after I started sharing a room with Declan, we visited the bar on Saturday night. I had my one beer as normal but Declan had quite a few more than that. He was not drunk by the time we got back to our room, but well on the way. After I got into bed, Declan stood around naked while chatting with me.

Out of the blue… He suddenly asked, “When your head hits the pillow at night you fall asleep immediately… Don’t you ever masturbate?”

“Sure I do,” I answered shyly, without elaborating.

“I always wank when you’re asleep,” Declan informed me. After a pause, he continued, “As you’ve seen I’m not a great hit with the ladies and so far I haven’t got lucky.”

“I’m sure you’ll get laid at some point,” I replied, uncomfortably.

As we communicated Declan moved ever closer to me. The next thing that I observed was that his cock was hardening.

As I looked up into his edgy horny eyes he asked, “Would you like to blow me, Toby?”

“That’ll be a very bad idea,” I replied.

“Why?” he inquired.

“Declan, you are straight and not thinking too clearly. Tomorrow you are going to be remorseful and then we are going to be uncomfortable in one another’s company,” I answered.

“No, we won’t… I mean, I won’t,” he answered.

Declan now took hold of my head with his left hand and pushed his knob up against my lips. I kept my teeth clenched shut as he began to smear his foreskin against my lips.

“Toby, please open up for me,” he pleaded.

With my head firmly anchored in his huge left hand, his right hand kept smearing his foreskin across my lips.

“Please Toby, please open up for me. Nobody has ever wanted to blow me,” he begged. I was not surprised by this revelation given the heady odour emanating from his dick.

“Let me in, Toby, please… Fuckin’ let me in,” he implored.

As I relented and opened, Declan began to slide his cock into my mouth.

“Jesus, fuck me, this is so fucking hot,” Declan exalted.

As his hips began to move his cock in and out of my mouth, Declan started convulsively gasping and jabbering incoherent sounds. Within a minute, he began to shoot his load into my mouth and down my throat. Some men have a rather pleasant tasting cum; regrettably, Declan was not one of these guys. His jizz had a strong acid taste and to make matter worse, there was plenty of it.

I could not say that what had just happened was the best oral encounter I had ever had. It had all happened very quickly, and the aroma and taste had not been memorable.

As Declan lay on his bed afterward, still intoning his thanks, I felt like getting up and going to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I decided against it, however, not wanting to offend him. Perplexed and concerned, I fell asleep after that.

The following morning as I awoke Declan was standing next to my bed with a hard-on. As I looked up at him, he smiled awkwardly and said, “You see… no remorse.”

Before I knew what was happening he was astride me with his legs pinning my arms to my sides and then leaning against the wall behind my headboard with his left hand, his right hand steered his knob toward my mouth. When Declan began feeding me his dick, he did so very slowly at first, building up to a steady penetrating rhythm. Again, he commenced muttering his delighted approval as he conquered my throat further and further. I was now also fully getting to ‘enjoy’ the virile fragrance of his pubic hair. Declan’s approach was unhurried on this occasion and the skull-fucking was awesome.

Oddly, all the smells that were enveloping us were now beginning to excite me enormously. I wondered if I was getting desensitized to his odour, or whether I was turning into a skank hound. Two days before, when I had bumped into Declan’s former roommate, he asked me how I was coping in the pong cave. I simply shrugged noncommittally. He then went on to say that when they had first arrived at college, Declan only showered every second or third day, which drove him crazy. In conclusion and with a laugh, he mentioned that Declan had always moaned about the fact that the girls at college avoided him.

I was enjoying my early morning throat thumping from Declan and simply allowed him to dictate his own pace. Once he had comprehensively invaded my throat he commenced a metronomic thrusting, accompanied by a fantastic vocal array of lustful sounds. Our unification was the most pleasing blowjob that I had ever given anyone. As Declan’s momentum and vocalization began to escalate, I prepared myself for the bitter snack that was soon to follow. When he unloaded, however, I found that the taste seemed less troublesome than the previous evening. Declan was very highly sexed and became extremely demanding thereafter. My mouth had become, unmistakably annexed by him.

When I headed off to the shower Declan elected not to do so. Our room was already humming with masculinity and I wondered how it would smell by that evening. Unlike all the other students who frequently visited one another’s rooms, nobody ever visited our room.

After breakfast, we got on with our homework. What I also witnessed, henceforth, was that Declan now stopped wearing clothing and always walked around naked in our room.

When we returned to the room after lunch, I once more found myself on the bed being skull-fucked in the same fashion as that morning. The repeated scenario happened three to four times per day from then on, by Declan. He would simply stand before me with a hard-on and ask me to get on the bed when he wanted to fuck my face. Declan was a creature of habit and I had become aware that his routines were very important to him.

During one of our conversations, when he told me how pleased he was that we were sharing a room, he raised the topic of his body odour. He told me that his former roommate had driven him crazy with his constant moaning about his stink and asked if it was irksome to me as well. By now, I had become comfortable with his aromas and told him that it did not bother me at all. I further went on to admit that his essence had become like a sexual signal to me. The look of satisfaction on his face was awesome. Smiling, he told me that his life had become perfect with me as his roommate, and therefore, he could not give a shit what other people thought of him.

Much as I was enjoying our sex life, by the end of the first week, I had become a little frustrated. The problem was that there simply was no affection. We never fondled, hugged, or kissed one another. He had also never requested to have anal sex with me. I decided to confront him on this matter that Saturday.

As Declan stood before me with a hard-on, his sign for me to get on the bed for a face fucking, I said, “Would you mind if I take a rain check?”

Declan looked bewildered at my response. I decided to; deal with the problem directly and say what had been on my mind for a few days.

“May I ask you a very personal question?” I asked. Declan nodded uneasily.

“Do you have Asperger’s syndrome?”

Declan looked flushed and his eyes began to dart about.

“Yes,” he whispered, “But a very mild version.”

I placed my hand on his shoulder and told him that his secret was safe with me and that it was not a problem for me at all. Furthermore, I went on to explain that the entire lack of affection troubled me.

“What must I do… tell me what you want me to do?” Declan stammered.

“Just put your arms around me and hold me,” I informed him.

Gingerly, Declan moved forward and enfolded me in his arms. After placing my right ear against his chest, I commenced rubbing his shoulders with my hands. I was very happy when I felt his hands start to caress my back. After a short while, he asked, “Must I kiss you?”

 “Yes,” I replied.

The first kiss was very brief, but then a slightly longer one followed. Next, as he moved his head in once more I opened my mouth for him. Initially, his tongue apprehensive explored my mouth but afterward, the floodgates opened as his tongue began to lash about inside my mouth, with his right hand firmly cupping the back of my head. Shortly, we were on the bed with him on top of me. It was clear by then that he had taken to kissing in a big way. With my legs curled around his hips, Declan began to grind his cock into my body.

When he eventually raised his head he excitedly asked, “Do you want me to fuck you now?”

“Yes,” I replied.

As Declan lifted his body, I pulled my legs back for him. “Spit on your middle finger and finger my hole,” I advised him.

Declan pushed his finger in a little quicker than I would have liked, but the discomfort was worth it. After working my manhole for a short time, he eagerly asked, “Must I fuck you now?”

“Yes. Put some spit on your knob, but please take it easy with the big cock of yours,” I replied.

When Declan put his dick-head on my pucker he was practically hyperventilating, and I was afraid that his entry would be hectic. Fortunately, however, he took it easy. I cannot say that there was no discomfort, but shortly, the pleasure was overwhelming. What amazed me most was the eye contact that he maintained with me. As Declan commenced escalating his thrusting, I began to tug on my knob. In the preceding week, I had come up short when it came to ejaculation. All my encounters had been one-way traffic with Declan. At last, I was now also an equal participant.

As he began thumping with his dick in me, I had my first fulfilling release. Not far behind, Declan unloaded amid a cacophony of gratification. After he slumped onto me, we lay still for a couple of minutes as I caressed his back.

“Jesus, Toby, why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?” he asked.

“I didn’t want to mess with your routine,” I uttered, with a laugh.

Also laughing he said, “Well, now I have a new routine because I’m going to fuck you a lot.”

“You can fuck me anytime you like,” I replied.

“Yeah, you belong to me now,” Declan informed me.

After a few more minutes he said, “I’m going to fuck you again.”

“You can fuck me in any way you wish and at any time you like,” I replied.  

Our next session was more prolonged. What pleased me even further was that he continually moved his torso up and down as he frequently kissed me. Finally, we were making love. Later, we ejaculated together once more.

Our relationship changed considerably from the following day, as I frequently got hugged, caressed, and kissed by him. As his sexual repertoire gratifyingly expanded, Declan also became a huge fan of the sixty-nine position.

When I bravely introduced yet another dynamic to our bedroom antics by licking his armpits, I thought that Declan was about to have a heart attack. I was not sure if I would eventually get to lick his feet, but having become a funk bunny, I knew that eventuality was not too far off.        

The one thing that was for sure, however, was that college was agreeing with me.