Hi all. I’m glad you all liked my last couple of stories, so I figured I’d share another. As usual, names have been changed, and some embellishment has been made, but these stories are all based on my real experiences.

Anyway, this story takes place during my junior year of college, around 2005. It had been nearly 2 years since I’d broken things off with my first “boyfriend,” Eliot. Although I’d tried going on dates, none of them had ever worked out, including the time I took a guy to a movie, only to later find out he had started dating a friend of mine.

Over the last 2 school years, I’d been spending a lot of time in the LGBT center on campus. Studying, hanging out, getting to know my fellow queers on campus. One day, while I was in the center furiously working on a paper between classes, a new guy stopped in to say hello. I say new, but really he was just new to me. He was also a junior, but I learned from my friends in the center that he didn’t really stop by too often. His name was Manny, and he was also a junior. He was about 5’9”, broad shouldered, Hispanic like me, with light skin, short cropped hair, a goatee, and a bit of a lisp. He was a transfer student, and had only transferred in at the start of the quarter, which is why I hadn’t seen him around before. He was cute, and I was attracted to him instantly. He came in with another guy I didn’t recognize, and at first I assumed it was Manny’s boyfriend. I later learned that he was just another transfer student that lived with Manny, so I didn’t have any competition, but I didn’t know that when I first met them.

I didn’t talk much with Manny that day, but he started coming by the center more and more often, and so eventually we got to know each other. He was a Computer Science major and lived off campus with several friends. We had a few things in common, like our favorite bands and favorite tv shows at the time. Once I found out that he was single, I definitely started flirting with him more and more. One of my friends from the center (the guy who ended up dating the guy I’d gone on a date with, no less), noticed this, and even suggested that I try being more direct with Manny if I was really interested in him. But I was so awkward and in my own head, that I just stuck with my (very) subtle flirting and hanging out with him.

One day, as I was leaving my last class for the day, I ran into Manny. He was also done with his classes for the day, and we decided to hang out for a bit together, outside the center. We started walking and chatting, making our way across campus, vaguely going toward my dorm. At some point, we were talking about movies, and I mentioned one that he hadn’t seen before.

“Well, if you don’t have any plans, would you maybe want to come back to my place and watch it?,” i asked, being not-so-subtle for once.

“Won’t your roommate get mad or something?,” Manny asked,

“Actually, I don’t have a roommate,” I told him. “I live in a single, so it’ll be just us.”

“Well, then lead the way!”

When we got back to my room, we dropped our backpacks by my desk, then headed over to my bed. I got the TV and DVD player setup while Manny made himself comfortable on the bed. As we watched the movie, we sat really close to each other, and I could feel an electricity in the room, like we were both waiting for the other person to make a move. He looked over at me a couple of times, and giggled, smiling from ear to ear. Eventually I made the first move, reaching my hand over to his and holding it. His skin was soft and warm, and I felt giddy.

Eventually, he leaned in close, and we started to make out. I’d fooled around with my best friend, Calvin, a few times over the last couple of years, but it was very one-sided, so I had not felt a connection like this since Eliot. His lips were so soft and inviting, and I couldn’t get enough. He pulled away after a while.

“Do you want to fool around?,” he asked me.

“Definitely,” I said, like the dork that I am.

We wasted no time in getting undressed. We stripped off our clothes, and then stood next to each other in front of the bed, completely naked. We kissed again, this time with me going straight for his cock with my hands. He was about 7” and average girth, and he was rock hard the instant that I touched him. He placed his hands all over me, exploring my body slowly and deliberately. After a few minutes of this, he pulled away, then placed his hands on my head, and guided me to his nipples to suck on. After doing that for a while, he slowly guided me lower and lower until I was on my knees in front of him. He gently guided my head toward his cock and I took him into my mouth. I started sucking on him slowly, then picking up speed, using my hands to feel around his balls and ass. At one point, he guided my hands toward his hole, helping me to finger him slowly as I blew him. I’d never done this with Calvin, and Eliot had said he didn’t like that, so this was very new, but a welcome feeling. Manny was very tight, but he seemed to love it as he started moaning loudly.

He stopped me after a while of this, telling me that he was going to cum if I kept that up.

“Do you have any condoms?,” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“Fuck yeah,” he said.

I quickly found the condoms and lube. He put the condom on himself while I lubed myself up. I positioned myself on the bed, bent over for him doggy style. I felt him teasing my hole with his cock, being gentle and slow. After a few minutes, he was completely inside of me. Since he wasn’t as girthy as Eliot, it didn’t hurt as much, and I quickly got lost in the pleasure he was giving me. He was slow at first, but gained speed as he fucked me, placing his hands on my lower back to help steady himself. During all of this, I was in heaven, and it only got more intense when I felt him reach under me to start jacking me off. I was a little self-conscious about being touched there, but the pleasure he was giving me from both ends quickly eroded any hesitation I had.

Finally, he started going faster and faster, and I knew that he was close.

“I’m going to cum!,” he practically shouted. “Can I cum on your face?”

“Yeah,” I said, breathless. He quickly pulled out and turned me around on the bed. He took off the condom, discarding it on the floor, and climbed onto the bed next to me. He started jacking himself off in front of my face while I jacked myself off. After about a minute, he started moaning again, and suddenly I was covered in his cum. I’d held my mouth open, and had caught most of it in my mouth, but there was still a lot, and it flowed down my chin and onto my chest. Before I had a chance to swallow anything, Manny leaned down and started kissing me, swapping his cum between us. He also grabbed onto my dick and jacked me off as we were kissing, and soon I was cumming all over his hand and myself.

We both sat back on the bed, coming down from our post-orgasm bliss. We stayed like that for a while, naked in my bed, laying next to each other and kissing. Eventually, he had to go, so I grabbed a towel and cleaned us both off.

“That was fun,” he said, a sly grin on his face. “We should hang out more.”

“Definitely,” I said.

And we did hang out after that. Like, actually hanging out, as friends, but we did have another intimate encounter on campus a couple of months later, but that’s a story for another time.