My experiences with Downing boy had opened the door to a completely new sexual world. I was hungry for more but at the same time terrified that I would be caught out, and so for the rest of lent term I turned to the internet to help me out. I wanted to meet other bisexual guys in Cambridge, and to explore the gay community, and to be honest I was getting a little sick of porn. I wanted some real cock action for myself. So I typed 'gay meet' into google, one eye on my laptop, another at my locked door, as I was convinced that somehow one of the lads was going to burst in any moment and catch me 'red handed'.
I was overwhelmed at the whole underground gay community that exists online. Pages and pages of search results on websites to meet other guys for pure sex. I couldn't believe how open and honest people were - most had display pictures of their erect cocks so you knew exactly what you were (or weren't getting). I signed up on a few of the sites, uploading a suitably x-rated photo for maximum exposure. It wasn't long before I was inundated with emails from every man and his dog - young, old, fat, thin, big, small. Whilst some of the guys made me feel physically sick, it was a welcome distraction from revision during my first exam term in Cambridge, and I started to chat every night to a small number of guys. One of these guys in particular had been very persistent, and from the small photo I could see, he looked quite cute - short black hair, good pecs, and a cute little bubble butt. Whilst I was keen for some way to release that exam term tension, I made a pact with myself that I wouldn't pursue any sexual relations until after exams. However, that day couldn't cum quickly enough, and by the day I finished my exams, I was eager to lose my guy-virginity. I'd given him my phone number, and as I partied the night away in Cindies, my phone was going crazy in my pocket. I was also getting more and more drunk, and this was fuelling my horniness, so I made a snap decision. Tonight was going to be the night.
I slipped out of Cindies and made my way to the boys house near Asda by taxi. Let's call him Ron. Ron assured me that as a phd student, he would be very discreet, and he also had the advantage of having his very own house. As I walked up to his front door I was so nervous I was shaking uncontrollably. He opened the front door and I rushed inside. 'Wow, you're fit he said'. I had never let Ron see my face before so I was quite pleased that I hadn't disappointed him. I let out a nervous laugh and gave him a cheeky smile as I didn't know what else to do. He offered me a drink, but I declined, I had plucked up the courage to come all the way to his house and now I just wanted to do the dirty deed. I was also conscious that I'd probably already had one too many. Despite my beer goggles, he looked nothing like he had online. In reality, he was short, chubby and really not good looking at all. The difference between what I had expected and what stood infront of me was actually very funny. But I put those thoughts to one side, I WAS going to have sex tonight. We moved into his bedroom where he was playing some cheesy gay porn movie and started to kiss. It was pretty bad, and his stubble was grating on my face. It all just felt very alien to me. Ron took the lead, pulling my t-shirt over my head and unfastening my jeans before dropping to his knees and pulling my now semi cock out of my boxers.
It was a pretty hot situation, and to be fair to Ron, he was an expert at giving head, and I imagined that he'd had a lot of practice. The more I look back at the episode, the more I realise that Ron was just one of those sorry little losers who spend every evening on gaydar, searching for their next victim. But I have to give him credit where it is due, within minutes my rock hard penis was flat against my stomach, we were sixty-nineing on the bed, and my head was bouncing up and down on his small cock whilst he sucked the life out of my balls. Sucking cock wasn't really as I expected it to be. It was salty and I felt slutty doing it. I didn't really know what I was doing and my mouth was slopping all over the place, as I pulled his loose foreskin back and forth with my hand and stroked his shaven balls. He seemed to be enjoying it, but I just wanted to have sex and get out of there. This was something that I had to do, for me.
I told him to get on all fours and lube up his ass, which he did with a couple of his stubby fingers whilst I went in search of my jeans to find my wallet, and a condom. Condom on, I lined up behind him and positioned my cock against his ass hole ready for penetration. 'Be gentle, be gentle' he kept saying as I started to slide my cock inside him. There was a little resistance, and he hung his head, I think he was in a little pain, but he assured me to keep going. Soon enough I was balls deep inside Ron, and as he climatised to the size of my cock I started to move in and out, picking up speed all the time. It really didn't feel any different to having sex with a girl, except maybe a little tighter, and with a whiff of shit, which got worse the more I ploughed him. It only lasted about five minutes as it was starting to get a little too painful for Ron, so I pulled out, whipped off the condom and asked if I could take a shower to which he said yes. The sex really hadn't been that great, and there was no question at that time that I preferred vaginal sex. However, Ron wasn't finished and a couple of minutes later joined me in the shower by dropping to his knees once more and finishing me off with his mouth. He was definitely a 'bottom' or a 'sub' and loved servicing my manhood. I pulled my cock out his mouth as I climaxed and jets of cum landed on his chest. This clearly tipped Ron over the edge as he suddenly exploded aswell making a very loud orgasmic moan.
Once I'd cum I felt absolutely disgusting. I couldn't believe what I had just done and I wanted to get out of there and get into my own bed by myself asap and forget the whole sorry episode. So whilst Ron was still showering, I dried off, threw on my clothes and made for the door.......He popped his head around the bathroom door as I was about to leave. 'Do you play squash? We should play' he said. I didn't play squash and I had no interest in ever laying eyes on Ron again, but I forced myself to give him a weak smile as I opened the door and left. Sadly however, despite my thoughts on the long walk back into town that I would never touch, kiss, or have thoughts about a guy ever again, this wouldn't be the last time I would get intimate with a guy, nor would it be my last encounter with Ron......
Fantastic story! Pls post more!
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