When I went to university many years ago now I was a virgin and I’d never even had a girlfriend. I arrived at university with high hopes of getting a girl straight away. Those hopes faded in my first few weeks as I had no success with girls. My frustration was compounded by being surrounded by innumerable young micro skirted girls. It was made even worse because in my last year at school, as a sex-obsessed eighteen-year-old I’d had a couple of “wank buddies”. Boys at school I masturbated and hand jobbed with, to relieve my sexual frustrations. My parents of course knew nothing about them. I desperately missed masturbating with other boys, especially the delicious hand jobs.
My university sex life degenerated to a staple diet of masturbation over porn magazines mostly classic Fiesta and Men Only magazines “borrowed” from my father’s hidden stash, but now including real hardcore stuff I bought myself. Then I met Robert. I remember most of the details of what happened but where I’ve forgotten I’ve added what inevitably would have happened.
Robert was a boy on my course. He was late nineteen, the same age as me. After lectures, a bunch of us boys used to gather in the coffee bar. Inevitably the conversation drifted to sex, discussing the girls around us, what we’d like to do with them and what some boys had actually done with girls. Porn magazines got passed around. With my lack of sexual experience, I felt left out. Robert was rather shy and as inexperienced with girls as me, and I could see he felt left out too.
One day after lectures and the coffee bar Robert and I were walking back toward my hall of residence. Some pretty hot discussion and porn had been shared around the coffee bar table and it had left me feeling randy. Out of sheer boastfulness, I told Robert I had some porn magazines and asked him if he wanted to come back to my room to see them. He told me he’d had no experience of porn until then.
Back in my room, I got out my magazines, and moments later Robert and I were savouring pictures of big-boobed, long-legged, hairy pussy'd nude women in the hottest poses I could imagine. I could tell it was getting Robert frantic. Then I showed him something else I’d brought with me to university. Some of my mother’s and big sister’s panties again “borrowed” from the laundry basket. My mother’s panties were white and pastel cotton, my sister’s were incredibly tiny and see-through black lace, just like some of the women in my magazines were wearing. Robert’s eyes bulged as he ran them through his fingers. He’d rummaged through his mother’s lingerie drawer too and played with borrowed panties but he said his mother never wore anything as sexy as that.
Then out of sheer bravado, I let slip that I’d masturbated and done hand jobs with other boys, wanking them off. As soon as my words slipped out Robert looked at me with astonishment and I knew what was going through his head before he spoke. I still remember his words.
“You’ve done it for other boys! Will you do it for me?”
I could see Robert’s jeans were bulging with his erection. The fun I’d had with my wank buddies flooded into my mind, and my frustrations. I reached down and ran my fingertips along the hard outline of his shaft through the denim of his jeans. Robert gave an excited little cry. Then I unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, revealing his underwear, and smoothly stroked the hard bulging ridge of his erect penis through the thin cloth.
Moments later we were both just in our underwear. Robert was in quite ordinary grey cotton boy’s briefs bulging in a huge cone with a rounded apex over the head of his hard-up cock. My underwear was much sexier. Away from my parents, I’d bought some really tiny thongs in a thin cloth that barely covered my sex kit even when my penis was flaccid and were just a thin gusset in my bum crack. I’d admired myself in the mirror wearing them and saw how they clung to the outline of my penis and balls showing every detail. The thong I was wearing that time was light purple and with my cock fully erect my cock head and an inch or so of my shaft were peeping out above the waistband. I’d hoped to impress girls with them, but I could see I was certainly impressing Robert!
I took Robert’s briefs off quickly. It had been ages since I’d touched another boy’s sex kit and I had a good fondle. Robert’s grunts and gasps told me he was enjoying that. Robert’s penis was up almost vertical. His cock was longer and thinner than mine but much less hairy. In fact, his whole naked body was smooth and hairless, unlike mine.
Robert had a long feel of my penis and balls through the thin smooth cloth of my thong and ran his fingers along the gusset between my bum cheeks and down between my legs before he pulled my thong down round my thighs just below my balls. My erect penis bounced out and I thrust my hips forward for Robert’s exploring hand. I was cut and my big purple cock head was very prominent but Robert was uncut. It was so good to have another boy’s fingers on my balls, my penis, my arse, and ruffling my pubes again!
Robert asked me if he could try on the sexy women’s underwear I’d shown him. He looked incredibly sexy in my sister’s tiny lace thong. It was so small half his cock poked out above the top hem and his balls showed at the sides. I put on my mother’s smooth tight satin panties. We posed for each other in the panties and fondled each other’s sex kit through them. Then we undressed each other from them and we got down to business.
We had a naked romp on my narrow single bed, much more passionate than I’d had with boys before. I guess for me it was because of my long abstinence and for Robert the novel excitement. We posed nude for each other in erotic poses that thrust and showed off our cocks and balls. We ran our hands over each other’s sex kit and bottoms. We took each other’s cock heads into our mouths and sucked and massaged them with our tongues, something I’d never done before. By then Robert was frantic.
“Do it for me!” Robert asked excitedly, quickly laying back on my bed and spreading his legs wide so his hard erect penis arched up over his belly and thrusting his hips up.
I knelt on the bed beside him close enough that the head of my penis was brushing his side. I reached down between his spread legs and began gently caressing and stroking the inside tops of his spread thighs, his arse, and his balls. His gasps and grunts and the way he was squirming told me I was hitting the right spot. When I’d teased him like that for a while I slid my hand smoothly up his penis, wrapped it round his stiff smooth shaft, and began tugging and stroking.
I took my time, smoothly working his shaft full length, sliding my hand up over his cock head. As I wanked him he ran his hand over my thighs, my bum, and my cock and balls. When I felt his shaft suddenly harden in my hand I eased off. He whimpered and trembled with sex pleasure when I managed to hold him on the brink the way I did when I masturbated myself. Finally, I took him through. He grunted loudly, his hips thrust upward, he grabbed my bum to pull me against him before his whole body bucked as he shot his load over his belly. I wiped his semen off his body with my mother’s satin panties.
I waited till he’d recovered a bit then I took his hand and pulled it between my legs to let him know it was my turn.
I got into what had become my favourite masturbation position, kneeling with my legs wide and my erect penis sticking straight out in front of me. I love the heavy feel of my penis like that, spreading my legs pulls my muscles taut and if I’m with someone it’s a perfect position for them to play with me, as Robert soon discovered.
Robert knelt next to me with his own now half-erect penis brushing my thigh and smearing it with residual semen. I guess with the memory of how I’d pleasured him wild before I wanked him, Robert wanted to treat me the same and he played with me. His one hand caressed my balls and ruffled my pubic hair. His other hand fondled my bum, tickled me down my bum crack, slid right under me, and played with my balls from behind and underneath. That’s something which always drove me wild, even years later when my wife would do it for me.
Then Robert hand jobbed me. His wanking style was to use just his thumb and forefinger in a comfortably tight ring round my shaft, stroking rather than tugging as I’m cut. As he stroked, his other fingers brushed against the underside of my shaft. His thumb and forefinger in a ring caught the base ridge of my cock head and my frenulum just the way I like. Robert didn’t edge me the way I’d done him but instead took me straight through to my cum. I shot my semen a couple of feet across my bed, much further than I spurt now. After months of celibacy to have another boy pleasuring me and his hand bringing me to a cum was absolutely exquisite. As before I wiped my semen up with my mother’s panties.
After that, we browsed porn for a bit then masturbated over each other. Splashing each other with semen seemed to consummate our relationship. Then we dressed and went back to our next lectures.
Robert was obsessed with the new sexual opportunities I’d opened up for him. In the weeks that followed, even between lectures, we’d be crammed together in a toilet cubicle with our jeans and briefs down adding fresh semen stains to the cubicle wall. Although over the next few months Robert and I regularly met and sex romped with each other I don’t think anyone suspected we were having a boy-on-boy relationship.
Eventually, I became aware that Robert was becoming more and more involved with the university gay scene. The Iast time I had anything sexual to do with Robert was at a party he’d got invited to with some other boys at a tutor’s flat. We all came wearing women’s panties, we watched gay porn movies, had a bukakke session over each other, and got very drunk. I felt I was being too drawn in. More than that, Robert got more and more and more sexually demanding. He eventually paired up permanently with another boy. Fortuitously at the same time, I finally succeeded with a girl and I was soon enjoying even greater sexual pleasures than any boy had ever given me. But that’s another story.
