It's my second year at my community college, and for a while now, I've had my eye on this guy in the same year as me. He has thick, medium-length dirty blonde hair, dark brown eyes and has a similar body type as me, although I am a bit smaller. I first saw him last year, he caught my eye. I was never much of a person to wonder a lot about my sexuality; I never done anything with men, but also nothing with women either. But seeing him for the first time made me question it a bit. I started following him around campus sometimes just so I can continue to look at him. Or I would set up situations so we could talk. It was really rare though, pretty sure his name was Coby.
Now he never really paid much attention to me last year, but this year is different. I'm starting to notice him staring at me a lot like how I do. There would be times when I'm sitting in class and I look to see him already staring at me. He maintains eye contact with me for a couple seconds before he looks away, and sometimes with a smile, which makes me feel some type of way other than confusion.
I woke up today thinking nothing much was going to happen. Just the usual, like stalking Coby around campus and hoping he makes the occasional eye contact. And that's about how it went until in class today Coby looks at me, then leans back in his chair and puts his arms on the armrests very casually. I notice that his crotch area is very visible, so I try to sneak a couple glances. I look back up at his eyes and see that he's staring right back at me. He saw me staring at his crotch. But he doesn't seem uncomfortable; he just smiles at me and looks down at his crotch, and my eyes follow his. He cups his bulge and goes back to sitting in class like nothing happened.
I mean, what the hell just happened? This guy that I barely talk to, who is supposedly straight and has a girlfriend, just did that to me. I mean, I wasn't 100 percent sure I was into guys, but I think this might've sealed the coffin. Especially since I'm sitting in on this lecture with a half chub.
After class, I watched him carefully to see what he was going to do. He packs away his supplies, puts his backpack on, pushes in his chair, and starts to leave. I follow suit.
I follow him until we get to a remote part of the school, and I—he stops walking and says.
"You do know I know you're following me, right?"
Was I really that obvious? Have I always been that obvious? I feel kind of embarrassed.
"I… I just needed to talk to you," I reply.
He turns around, and I feel myself shiver a little. He walks up to me and gets close, right up to my ear, and whispers.
"There's a supply closet on the 3rd floor of this building, no one ever goes in there around this time." He pulls back. "You can talk to me about whatever you want in there." Winks, and starts walking off.
I stand there in shock. Is what I think about to happen really about to happen? Hell, I just realized I really might be into guys. Do I follow him? I follow him. That's what I'm going to do.
After making up my mind, I see that he's already vanished and is probably in the supply closet. I quickly make my way over there. I see that the doors are closed. I open them and see him sitting on an old stool there looking at his phone.
"What did you want to 'talk' to me about?" He says while standing up and approaching me.
"What was all that about in class? I mean, I barely know you."
"What was what? I was just making myself comfortable when I saw you over there staring at my dick." He says in a laid-back tone, the kind of tone you make when you're about to get something that you want but don't want to seem too eager.
"I… You just caught me looking at a bad time." I say with false confidence.
"Let me be honest, man, and you should too. I've been having these urges, urges my girl can't satisfy. And I already know you're kind of into me, so I might as well shoot my shot, right?"
Fuck. I think I might've been too obvious.
"Like you? Where did you get that idea? How do you even know I'm into guys in the first place? I mean, I'm not, but still!"
"Let's just make this easier for the both of us." He closes the doors behind me and pushes me against them. He gets closer, close enough to where I can hear his breathing, close enough to where I can sense the heat radiating off his body. He grabs me by the collar of my shirt and pulls me in so he can tell me.
"This is my first time too, so don't be too nervous." And pulls my collar down. I get what he means, so I drop to my knees. His bulge is already looking at me with a wide glare. I look up at him.
"Go on, undo them." He says confidently with a grin on his face. I look down and begin to unbuckle his belt and then unzip his pants. I pull them down a bit to reveal his underwear, and by the size of the bulge, I can tell he's packing, and he's not even hard yet. Speaking of being hard, I can feel my own erection rise.
I feel Coby's hand on my head and scrunch my hair. It feels kind of good… being dominated like this. He then starts to push my head towards his dick. Making me rub my face on his bulge.
"Are you gonna be good and suck my dick?" He asks with the same confident tone. Although I did say it felt good being in this position, I'm still quite embarrassed, so the most I can do is look up at him and nod my head.
"Good." He says boldly.
I haven't even made any skin-to-skin contact with him or his dick, and I already feel my dick leaking pre-cum.
He reaches his hand out, so I put my hand on his. He then guides it to his bulge and starts rubbing it for me. He lets go, but I continue to rub. I slide my hand to his waistband, tug on it, and look up at him. He nods, so I pull his underwear down. Slowly. Photographing every moment of this in my head to replay later. Slowly. Tracing the outline of his cock in my head. Long and slim, with trimmed pubic hair.
He grabs me by the chin and pulls me closer to it. I press my lips against it to test the waters before licking the head. His dick twitches. Eager for more, I wrap my mouth around the tip and begin to take him in. "Fuck-". I hear him exclaim. I reach the base of it and hold him down my throat for a good 5 seconds before taking him out. In reply he moans. Hearing him make those noises makes me want to know what other ones he can make.
"Your mouth feels so good~". He says while panting. His hand scrunches my hair once again, inviting me to start sucking again, so I do. He guides me in gently at first, his dick sliding smoothly in and out of my mouth, feeling it swell up in my mouth, before he gets too caught up in the action and begins to push my head down more roughly and barbaric. Both equally as excitable.
I hear the sound of my saliva and his pre-cum swishing and swashing in my mouth while I hear Coby panting and moaning above me. My eyes draw upwards to look at Coby, his head is thrown backwards like he's caught in a daze. He looks back down at me and pulls his dick out, a string of saliva connecting his head to my lips. I hear him chuckle.
"Is this good?" I ask.
"This is fucking amazing!" He gets on his knees and meets me at eye level. Is he about to kiss me? His hand moves and lands on my boner, he starts rubbing, still maintaining eye contact. I look down, I look back up, and he's still maintaining eye contact with me. I feel my stomach flutter anticipating what's next to come.
"Does that feel good?" He asks, and I nod. "Want me to jerk you?" I nod again. He undoes my pants and pulls them down, making my dick fling out, a string of pre-cum tied from my tip to my underwear quickly parting. He moves closer, pressing his dick against mine. A faint moan escapes my mouth, it grows louder once he holds them together and strokes them. His eyes are locked onto mine, unable to look away, and so are mine.
Feeling my orgasm soon to come, I hold onto his arms.
"Coby… I'm getting close," comes faintly out of my mouth.
"So am I."
He strokes faster, making good use of our natural lube. Our grunts and moans grow louder until it happens. I feel his warm cum land on my hand, and by how it landed, it felt like it shot up pretty high up, not that I would know; I was still looking into his eyes. Shortly after, I felt my own orgasm come, mixing into his as he continued stroking.
I look down and realize the mess we made, then look back up at him to see him doing the same thing. His eyes greet me again, and we stay there for a few good seconds before he breaks the silence.
"There should be some rolls of paper in here somewhere." He gets up and eyes down the shelf, searching for anything we could make use of. He picks up a rag, hands me one, and gets another for himself. We both clean up and fix ourselves up in silence.
He comes up to me.
"You were amazing, way better of a feeling than my girl." I feel myself smile a bit hearing that.
"Thanks… you were my first time with anyone." I timidly admit. He opens the door, looks back at me, and says.
"We can do this a second time too." He smiles. "Could you wait here for a couple of seconds?"
"Yeah, see you around." I say as he leaves me in the closet. If you told younger me this is how my first time would go, he would've called you a slur. But I'm happy with how this went. Hope for something more the second time around.
