When I went to college in nineteen-seventy-eight, I booked into a gentleman’s hostel. I was unable to secure accommodation in the university residence due to my late application. This, however, didn’t faze me and the hostel was vastly better than I had expected. Of course, without en-suite bathrooms, there were two ablution areas on each floor of the establishment. The only private ‘convenience’ was that each room contained a basin where one could at least brush your teeth.
On my first day in my new abode, having arrived at noon, I had lunch at twelve-thirty and was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the food. Thereafter, I made my way up the road to discover an old-fashioned movie theatre. I had always been an avid movie fan and was prepared to give my left arm in order to visit a cinema.
The movie that they were showing at two p.m. was entitled: The Boys in The Band. The strapline for this movie: ‘Definitely not a musical,’ had me totally intrigued. Although the movie had first been released eight years before, being the movie fanatic that I had always been, I bought a ticket and entered the auditorium. Little did I realize as I did so, that I was about to watch one of the iconic early gay movies.
Once the movie started I was completely gobsmacked. It was about a gathering of gay men who meet at a friend’s apartment for his birthday party. One of the gifts that he received was a rent boy who arrived with a huge bow around his neck. In the midst of all of this, a straight friend from the birthday boy’s past also makes an unexpected appearance. It was a quite a heavy drama but it did have a few lighter moments. I, however, was riveted by the film.
I will refrain from relating the entire story, suffice to tell you about an anecdote that almost had me convulsing with mirth. One of the guys who arrived at the party had brought along a contributory dish. When one of the queens at the party bitchily said that she wouldn’t even consider allowing his food to cross her lips, the chef responded by saying that after all ‘she’ had formerly had in ‘her’ mouth, his food was definitely nothing to worry about. I almost giggled myself to death, having just been exposed to my first bit of bitchy gay banter.
The impact of that movie had an incredible effect on me, and the isolation I had always felt thanks to my very conservative upbringing, began to evaporate.
I had naturally had a few sexual encounters with guys prior to this, but none were really noteworthy. In fact, my first attempt at anal sex had been infinitely forgettable and painful.
After returning to ‘The Gentleman’s Hostel,’ as it was named, I encountered many of the fellow residents. Upon doing so, I discovered the name of the hostel to be somewhat of a misnomer. Although there were a handful of university students residing in the building, the vast majority of residents occupying the rooms were tradesmen. They were either from the local Technical college or telecommunication technicians, undertaking upgrading courses.
In fact, just under half of the residents inhabiting the place were telecommunication employees. With a telecommunication head office a few blocks down the road, their head office had an ongoing accommodation contract with the hostel.
These guys were rough, tough, and thoroughly blue-collar. Let’s make that a dark shade of blue!
In the dining room on my first evening, I did my best not to blatantly stare at the other ‘inmates.’ At the table next to me there was a lanky and skanky guy who constantly glared in my direction. I had grown my hair fairly long over the previous year and with no facial hair, I must have looked like a real sissy to him. Given the motley appearance of the guys in the dining room, it felt like I had the words, ‘pussy-boy’ tattooed on my forehead.
As I finished my dinner, ‘Skanky’ was also done and sipping his coffee. I had also begun to feel slightly uncomfortable because his stares had become rather blatant. To my horror, when I got up to leave he followed me out of the dining room.
When I arrived at the elevator and pressed the button, he took up station next to me. By now, his eyes were literally boring into me. After we entered the elevator once it had arrived, he asked, “What floor are you on?”
“Fourth,” I answered.
I then watched as his thick icky index finger pressed the buttons for the fourth and fifth floors.
As the elevator began to move upward, he looked at me and asked, “So, are you a boy or a girl?”
From the smirk on his face, I could see that his rhetorical question was a source of great amusement to him.
I simply smiled awkwardly in reply, nervously not wishing to engage him.
When the elevator stopped on the fourth floor he blocked my exit, by extending his arm to hold the elevator door open and prevent it from closing.
“What’s your name pretty-boy?” he asked.
“Toby,” I replied.
“I’m Okie,” he answered, before continuing, “What’s your room number?”
“Four-zero-three,” I replied with trepidation, before anxiously asking, “Why do you want to know?”
“Well, I kinda figure that if I don’t get lucky with a bit of pussy at the bar around the corner at night, then you’ll be a perfect backup plan,” Okie replied, with a salacious and menacing grin.
After letting out a crude chuckle, he removed his arm to allow me to pass by him.
As I made my way down the passage, I heard his voice from behind me utter, “Keep that pussy of yours warm and ready for me.” His crass sniggers then faded as I heard the elevator door shut.
When I got to my room I lay on the bed trembling. I had often been bullied by macho straight guys at school, and anxiously worried that this trend would again re-emerge in my new environment. It perplexed me that disgusting straights like him could smell homosexuality from a mile off.
As I reflected upon the scene in the elevator, I thought about his dirty dungarees and his beanie, which sprouted tufts of unwashed long hair. I recalled the thin strip of facial hair that extended from his bottom lip and three inches off his chin. Above all, I remembered his cigarette breath and the overtly masculine smell of his body odour. Despite all the negatives, however, he was actually good-looking and I inexplicably found myself aroused by the thought of him.
I was not delusional and fully realized that he was one of those individuals who thrived on amusing themselves at the expense of someone else. Evading him, therefore, would henceforth be a priority in my life. With dinner being served from six to seven-thirty p.m. in the evenings, I would in future avoid the six o’clock rush and only eat at seven, hopefully avoiding Okie.
When I entered the communal shower area the following morning, I met Alberto. Alberto instantly told me that everyone simply called him Albert.
Albert had a dark complexion and he was rather hairy. He was thickset, over six-foot-tall, and had a really odd shaped body that seemed rather top-heavy. Although his legs were sturdy, they seemed too small for his huge barrel chest. Albert’s backside was immense, negating the term bubble-butt. The phrase balloon-butt was a far more appropriate description.
Conventionally, one would definitely not refer to Albert as handsome. His prominent and bushy brow gave him an almost Neanderthal appearance. His nose was thick with two very large round nostrils. Below that, he had very full lips. The lower lip, in fact, was so fat that it almost seemed to droop. Albert also had the habit of running his tongue to and fro across his bottom lip, giving him a somewhat dopey expression. The dark black hair on his head was very short-cropped and he had a substantial five o’clock shadow on his broad face.
The hair under his arms and above his crotch was extremely bushy. Although his uncut cock did not appear to be too large, it seemed very ample. With all that hair, nevertheless, it was hard to tell. What did blow me away, however, was the size of his balls. His nut-sac was huge and contained two enormous orbs. The skin of this ‘satchel’ was dark and had a shiny blueish hue, due to the strain it took to house his massive nuts.
Albert had arrived two weeks before and was on a ten-week intensive program at the telecommunications head office. As we showered and chatted, it was as if we had been buddies for years. This was in sharp contrast to my interaction with Okie the evening before. Albert was not married but told me about his girlfriend back home. I also told him about the college degree that I was undertaking.
Our conversation was effortless and comfortable and the more we spoke, the more I liked him. In fact, I thought he was fuckin’ cute and very sexy.
Once we had towelled off we headed off in the direction of our rooms. Albert’s room was two bedrooms beyond mine. When I paused to unlock my door he asked, “What’s your poison?”
Observing my confused look, he quickly added, “What alcohol do you prefer?”
“Beer… I have an occasional beer,” I responded.
With a disdainful look on his face, he retorted, “You should learn to drink a man’s drink… I’ll introduce you to rum and Coke,” he countered, authoritatively.
I simply shrugged acquiescently before he resumed, “After dinner tonight, pop in and I will educate you.”
“Sure,” I replied.
That day I thought about the two straight men I had thus far encountered. Unsurprisingly, Albert predominated in my mind. I had ‘bonded’ with him far better than with Okie. Nevertheless, Okie had definitely intrigued me and I couldn’t stop wondering if his ‘threat’ had merely been a bullying tactic, or whether it had contained some substance. I would gladly have engaged with both guys sexually, but simply laughed it off as wishful thinking.
That evening after I had eaten dinner, as I made my way to my room I paused at Albert’s open door. He immediately invited me in before closing the door. There were two glasses on his desk along with an ice bucket, a bottle of rum, as well as a bottle of Coke. After pouring our drinks he handed me my glass. I have to admit that I didn’t particularly enjoy the taste, but from the way he glugged it down it obviously met with his approval. I, nevertheless, put on an act of pretending to like it, which brought a smile to his face.
Albert now commenced undressing. When he removed the t-shirt he was wearing he used it to mop the hair under his arms. He then smelled the t-shirt before tossing it onto the bed. Following on that, Albert raised his arms before lowering his head and moving his face from side to side as he sniffed his pits.
“Fuck, I stink. I could really do with a shower,” he uttered.
All I could think of saying was, “You smell fine to me.”
“Don’t you have a sense of smell,” he asked me, chuckling.
“Seriously… I really don’t think you stink,” I assured him.
With a mischievous look of his face, Albert swiftly gripped hold of the back of my head with his left hand and before I knew what was happening, my face was firmly pushed into his right armpit. I was in seventh heaven as I ‘pretended’ to try and wriggle free. His arms were so powerful, however, that I was solidly ensconced. An even greater pleasure for me was that as I ‘fought,’ I got to touch his hairy torso.
After letting go of me, Albert once more chuckled and asked, “So, do you still think I don’t stink?”
“No, I don’t,” I retorted.
“Well, then it looks like a second opinion is needed,” he answered.
Again moving hastily, Albert grabbed hold of my head with his right hand, before firmly clamping my face into his left armpit. As my ‘fighting’ hands again luxuriated in his fur, an impish thought crossed my mind. I wanted to extend my tongue and commence licking him, but I paused momentarily, afraid that I might offend him. Lust won out, however, and simply couldn’t help myself.
To my amazement and delight, my head was not pushed away as I had feared and if anything, his grip on my head tightened. Reading this as an approving signal from him, I really began to lick his pit voraciously as my hands now commenced caressing his body.
When Albert finally let go of me our eyes locked. With his large nostril flaring and his tongue animatedly flicking to and fro across his thick bottom lip, his face was ablaze with horniness. Albert then lifted right arm and placed his index finger under my nose. After running his finger down my philtrum, Albert began to place pressure on my closed lips. Instinctively, I parted my lips to allow his finger entry. Albert now leisurely commenced spearing the digit in and out of my mouth.
Next, his middle finger and then his ring finger also joined in the fray. With drool beginning to trickle off my chin, I unbuttoned and removed my shirt. Albert now lifted his left arm and placed his hand on my shoulder. As I felt him applying downward pressure, I lowered my body onto my knees before him.
As we continued our eye contact, Albert pushed his underpants down and let them drop to the floor. His erect cock looked larger than I had anticipated and soon it was touching my lips. Upon opening my mouth, Albert very slowly pushed his dick passed my lips. His cock was a perfect fit and the smell of his bushy crotch was sensational. I instantly began to move my head back and forth, to the sounds of delight that started emanating from him.
Shortly, Albert gently took hold of my head. As his grip tightened, however, he commenced supplying the momentum as he held my head still. With my hands fondling his bulbous backside, I was in a state of total ecstasy as his skull-fucking really got underway. To delightful low groaning sounds from Albert, our heavenly union meandered on for several minutes.
When I began to sense that his excitement was escalating, he asked, “Do you want me to cum in your mouth?”
With my mouth filled with cock, I simply nodded my head.
I was not prepared for what followed and got a shock as I realized that his huge balls were not for show. The deluge from him was unbelievable and I had to swallow as never before.
Once I had licked his knob thoroughly, I stood up and looked at him. There was a shy, somewhat embarrassed expression on his face. Picking up on this I made an excuse to leave, after informing him that I had homework to do.
“Don’t forget your drink,” he said, as I made my way to the door.
As I got to my room I instantly poured the contents of my glass into the basin. I had really not enjoyed the taste of the rum and Coke, and besides, I was still savouring the taste of his delicious spunk.
It took me a good thirty minutes to get my head around what had just happened. I felt confident that it might happen again, but wondered how long that would take.
Next, I got busy with my homework and by ten-thirty I had finished all that needed to be done. I then lay on my bed wearing my boxers and commenced reading a prescribed novel. After a few minutes, there was a knock on my door.
When I opened it Albert stood there smiling at me with a drink in his hand. “I thought you might like a nightcap,” he suggested.
“No… actually I’m good, thank you,” I replied.
“Bullshit,” he said playfully, “Give me your glass and I’ll get you a refill.”
Upon returning from his room, Albert presented my drink to me. After clinking glasses, we both took a sip.
As we stood looking at one another, Albert’s shy look from earlier returned. “You know… I’ve, I’ve never done anything… like we did earlier… I mean, with a guy,” he stammered.
Smiling, I ridiculously replied, “Well as they say; ‘you learn something new every day,’”
“Yeah, you’re right, and I have to admit that I really enjoyed it,” he added, as if he was relieved to get something heavy off his chest.
“Me too,” I replied.
Albert then placed his glass on my desk, before performing the same procedure with my drink.
Next, he moved closer to me and placed his hands on my hips. I watched transfixed as his mouth closed in on my face. As our lips touched a spark of excitement surged through me. Albert now began to ardently kiss me and I responded by placing my arms around his neck, thereby signalling my approval. I was overjoyed that my one regret from our earlier encounter had finally been negated.
The intimacy of this action thrilled me immensely. I was not foolish enough to believe that our capricious encounter had turned Albert into a homosexual, but I no longer felt like I was merely a spunk depot. As we continued kissing I felt his right hand slip into my boxer shorts and before long, his middle finger was actively encircling my pucker.
With this demonstration of intent, my mind flashed back to my ‘defloration’ nightmare. I remembered vividly how that idiot had simply rammed his dick into me, followed by the most excruciating pain. I recalled jumping up screaming, before telling him to fuck-off. Above all, I recollected how disgusted he had been with me before departing, after berating me for; ‘acting like a fuckin’ baby.’
When Albert finally moved his head back and looked into eyes, he asked, “Will you let me fuck you?”
After answering in the affirmative, I nervously I began to explain my former ordeal to him.
“Jesus, Toby, I promise I would never hurt you,” he assured me sincerely.
Before I could answer, he kissed me again.
Next, with a naughty look on his face, he said, “I just figured that if one is going to learn something new… well, you may as well go all the way.” Roars of laughter followed from both of us.
I had no doubt that as I gay man, in future anal sex would have to become part of my everyday life. One bad experience did not mean that this avenue was forever off-limits to me. In addition to that, after the evening I had just experienced, I figured that this would be the perfect time to reach that summit because I actually trusted Albert.
In a short while, I found myself on the bed on my stomach, before Albert mounted my body and placed his dick in my crack. When he commenced rubbing his cock in the crevice, he whispered, “My knob produces a lot of natural lubrication.”
The sensuality of him kissing my neck as he ebbed and flowed about me was incredible and as he had foretold, I shortly felt the abundant slickness of his precum.
Next, Albert lifted his backside and I could feel him guiding his dick-head towards my portal. A feeling of nervous excitement overcame me as I felt the pressure of his cock nudging at my manhole. When his glans popped into my hole the discomfort was far less than I had expected. As his full infiltration persisted a few moments later, to my amazement the soreness dissipated completely. I felt like I had arrived at an idyllic destination after an arduous journey, and the warmth and muskiness of his body had me whimpering and simpering in ecstasy.
As Albert leisurely thrust into me, he asked, “Are you okay?”
“Jesus, I’ve never felt anything better,” I replied panting.
“Cool, because I am really enjoying this,” he groaned.
After what seemed like a never-ending journey of bliss, Albert lifted off me and coaxed my body toward the end of the bed. With me in a doggy position, his powerful hands clamped onto my waist after he had re-entered me. As he commenced spearing my butt in a more animated fashion, I took hold of my dick and started tugging on it.
“Let me know when you’re getting close,” he advised.
I listened carefully to the sounds he was making to try and discern when he was getting close to cumming. When I finally was sure that he was about to ejaculate, I frantically began to wank in order to coordinate our rapture. My timing was spot-on and soon we both started shooting our loads.
As we stood sipping our drinks afterward, I was hoping that he would stay a while longer, in fact, all night long. Sadly, this did not happen and shortly he returned to his room.
As I lay on my bed in the afterglow with a well-filled arse, I was totally smitten with him. I had to remind myself that he was essentially straight and that I really shouldn’t get my hopes up. This fact, regrettably, was clearly demonstrated the following evening.
After dinner the next day, which happened to be a Friday evening, as I passed by Albert’s room I knocked at the door. Upon opening his door, it was clear that he was going out that evening. He told me that a buddy had arranged a get-together with two ladies and that he was really looking forward to his night out on the town.
As you would imagine, this wasn’t exactly music to my ears. With a brave smile, nevertheless, I wished him well and said that I hoped he would have an enjoyable time.
Back in my room, the term that Okie had used two nights before popped into my head; ‘backup plan.’ I wasn’t upset with Albert but just mildly disappointed, having fully grasped that all I would ever be to him was a backup plan.
After finishing all my homework that evening, I lay on my bed and continued reading the novel from the night before. I was stunned at eleven o’clock when I heard a knock on my door. Imagining that things had not gone to plan for Albert I hastily open the door. To my astonishment, Okie stood before me.
On the plus side, he looked far more respectable than two nights before. Without his beanie, his curly mop of hair looked clean and he was clothing appeared fairly respectable. On the negative side, however, he was very drunk. In fact, so much so that he had to lean against the doorframe to stop his body from falling over.
“I’m fuckin’ drunk, let me in,” he babbled.
“Can’t I rather help you to your room?” I nervously asked.
“No… just let me in so that I can fuckin’ sit down,” he slurred.
Okie sat down on the side of my bed, thankfully facing the basin in my room, which was located in the corner. I did not have a bucket and reckoned that if he was going to puke, at least the basin was a stride away.
Next, Okie attempted to remove his shoes and socks.
“Jesus, pretty-boy, give me a fuckin’ hand,” he barked.
In a state of total confusion, I assisted him. Perplexed as I was, I have to admit that when I looked at his large and beautiful feet, a thrill of excitement went through me. When that was done he stood up off the bed in an unsteady fashion and told me to also stand up. With his hands on my shoulders, Okie now instructed me to remove his trousers.
My bewilderment now really escalated. In all honesty, I really wasn’t into having a scene with a very drunk guy. The other concern that also dawned on me was that it was beginning to look like I was about to give up my bed for the night.
When his jeans and shirt had been removed, Okie got on my bed and lay down on his back. After I had collected his clothing off the floor and hung it on the chair at my desk. As I was doing so I heard him begin to snore.
I stood looking at him with a multitude of thoughts going through my mind. Firstly, he was more handsome than I had realized. Okie was also not as lithe as I had anticipated and he had a beautifully proportioned body. Unlike Albert, his skin was very light and he was also far less hairy than Albert. What really intrigued me, however, was the bulge in his well-filled underpants.
After gently retrieving one of the pillows on the bed, I moved toward the comfy chair that was located next to the basin, resigned to the fact that I would have to sleep in an upright position.
As I sat staring at Okie I wondered what the fuck he was doing in my room. Had he come to my room to yank my chain? I figured that if that had been on his mind, he far too drunk to do so successfully. He both scared and excited me, but I was very wary of him.
While all these thoughts were going through my mind I noticed movement in his underpants. I had read that all men have multiple erections when they are sleeping and I was now getting first-hand proof. I watched mesmerized as I observed the bulge elongating. Already horny, my lust now began to escalate rapidly. All I wanted to do is kneel next to the bed and rip his underpants down, before sucking his knob. Naturally, I restrained myself, afraid that I might end up with a fat lip or a blue eye.
After a few minutes, I then watched as the bulge began to soften and return to its former state. Being rather tired, it did not take long before I found my eyelids grow heavy prior to drifting off to sleep.
When I awoke an hour later, I did a double take at the sight before me. Okie had obviously awoken during this period and removed his underpants, which lay on the floor before me. As I looked at his genitals that were on display between his slightly open legs, I was captivated by his magnificent dick. It was longer than Albert’s and had the most incredible foreskin I had ever seen. The puckered tube that extended off the front of his dick-head by more than an inch was breath-taking. The pale skin of his dick looked flawless. Although his nut-sac was not in Albert’s league, it was nevertheless, very impressive.
As I observed him lustfully, his cock began to stir and I could see that he was getting another erection. I watched entranced his dick began to straighten and lift and his cock-head commenced occupying more of the ample foreskin. As his knob lifted more and more it starting twitching, before suddenly, flopping backward onto his stomach.
I was so turned on that I stuck my right hand in my boxers and began rolling my fingers over the shaft of my cock. I was so overexcited that I started shooting a load within a minute of stimulating myself. After using the hand towel to mop up the jizz off my stomach, I once more returned my gaze to Okie. Shortly his dick started deflating, and thereafter, I dozed off to sleep once more.
I was awoken by a noise at two-thirty. As I opened my eyes he was sitting on the side of the bed rubbing his eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, I can’t believe that I got so pissed,” he answered.
Next, he stood up and moved to the basin. Okie then lobbed his cock into the basin and placed his hands above his head, with his hands on either side of the thin mirror above the basin. Before long I heard his piss splashing in the basin.
I was dying to have a proper look but very guarded to do so. Then, after turning his face slightly he looked at me from under his arm.
“Stop pretending you don’t want to look,” he said, before adding, “Why don’t you sit up straight and take a proper look.”
I just sat still, feeling like a deer that had been caught in the headlights.
“Are you fucking deaf?” he questioned brusquely.
His tone left me in no doubt that I had been given an order and so I complied instantly.
As I watched the glorious sight before me in the basin, he asked, “So, what do you think of my cock?”
Choosing my words carefully, I replied, “It’s very impressive.”
After uttering a low chuckle, he said, “You have no idea how many cunts this pussy-pleaser had pleasured.”
I laughed inwardly at the crude alliteration as I watched the stream slow, and then stop completely.
Okie then pushed his upper body away from the wall without shaking his dick, and then moved to directly before me. Instinctively, I leaned back into the chair as he did so.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he barked. “Sit up straight and don’t you fuckin’ dare move your head back again.”
After a pause, he added, “Now… take a really good look pussy-boy, because I know that’s what you want to do,” he concluded, derisively.
Several moments later, he asked, “Do you want to touch this knob?”
Once more I decided to play it safe, before answering, “Do you want me to touch it?”
“Lift your left hand and place palm upright, with your fingers point toward me,” he instructed contemptuously.
Okie now placed his cock on my hand. I watched in wonder as his dick began to stiffen. Once fully erect, there was still a half-inch of his overhang unoccupied by his cock-head. I almost convulsed with excitement as I observed a drop of piss falling onto my wrist.
“So, what do you now think about my knob?” he uttered.
I was beyond playing it safe any longer and simply said, “It’s fuckin’ awesome.”
“That’s what I like to hear… fuckin’ respect!” Okie stated with satisfaction.
As I sat looking at the dick before me for several moments, Okie again spoke. “I suppose you would you like to suck my knob, pussy-boy?”
“Yes,” I replied, in a scarcely audible whisper.
Next, moving his body slightly backward, Okie ordered me onto my knees before him. He then took hold of his cock and told me to keep my lips closed. Okie now commenced running the wet hood of his dick to and fro across my lips.
As he did this, he said, “I fuckin’ hope you know how to suck a cock,”
“I’ll do my best,” I uttered, softly.
“There are two things you should know. Firstly, my knob will be going all the way in and so you had better learn to relax your throat muscles. Secondly, if I see any tooth marks on my dick afterward, I am going to punish you severely,” he said assertively.
Although the girth of his cock did not concern me, it was, nevertheless, much longer than Albert’s dick. I had never had my throat penetrated before and I was worried about how I would cope.
Next, Okie swivelled his hips from side to side and commenced slapping my face with his knob. As he did so, I could feel the moisture from his wet foreskin on my cheeks.
Once this was done, his next words almost made me giggle. “Open up for the choo-choo train.”
His analogy instantly made me think of a three-year-old sitting in their feeding chair, while being coaxed to receive a spoonful of food.
After I opened my mouth, Okie started tapping my tongue with the tip of his cock.
Thereafter he began sliding his knob forward, and as he reached the inevitable barrier, he again spoke. “Just relax your fuckin’ throat and start swallowing.”
I did not take to the procedure very successfully at first, but after five attempts I eventually manage to accommodate his cock in my throat. In fairness to Okie, he did not become frustrated and kept encouraging me. What also amazed me was that he finally began to refer to me by my name, Toby.
I cannot say that the invasion of my throat was very comfortable at first, but as we got into a steady rhythm I really began to enjoy it. With a tight grip on my head, he entered my throat completely, and then held still for a few moments, before pulling his dick out slightly and allowing me to breathe.
As I became more comfortable he slowly commenced intensifying his thrusting to our mutual pleasure. When he finally unloaded, I was in seventh heaven and savoured his delicious spunk greedily.
Afterward, I was rather disappointed when he began to get dressed.
“I’m fuckin’ tired and need to get some more sleep,” he dismissively announced. Without as much as a thank you or a goodbye, he then departed.
Having finally reclaimed my bed, I finally lay down and started thinking about the past two days. Exciting as they had been I fully realized that I shouldn’t get my hopes up. Okie and Albert were essentially two straight guys who were scratching a bi-curious itch. Exhausted, I fell asleep.
The following afternoon when I heard a knock on my door, I assumed that it was Albert. Upon opening the door, however, Okie entered my room with being invited in.
“Take your clothes off, I’m fucking horny,” he stated matter of factly, as he began to strip.
Shortly, I was lying on my bed on my back, with my head tilted off the bottom.
“Now, let’s see what you remember from yesterday,” Okie said, as he commenced pushing his dick into my mouth.
I did gag twice initially, but thankfully, I soon settled in. As he really got going, far more intensely than the previous evening, I gagged once more. This time he wasn’t so patient and as if to teach me a lesson, gripped hold of my nipples and really gave them a solid tweaking. Agonizing as this was, it inexplicably turned me on incredibly.
Next, after a far more intensive skull-fucking, Okie unloaded a few minutes later.
When he was done I got off the bed and reached down to retrieve my underpants.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he barked.
“I thought you were finished,” I sheepishly answered.
“I’m fuckin’ done when I say I’m done,” he growled.
Okie then sat on the comfy chair and told me to hand him the shorts he had been wearing. He then removed a cigar from the pocket and lit it. As he sat puffing away, I retrieved an ashtray from my windowsill and placed it next to him. I then sat opposite him on my bed.
As he polluted my room we did not speak. It was now perfectly clear that he was into total domination and that I had been claimed as his fuck-bunny. Exhilarated as I was by him, I thought of Albert’s far more loving and softer approach. The two were the complete antithesis of one another, not only in looks but in demeanour as well.
A while later he sneeringly told me that he also had a cigar for me.
“No thanks, I don’t smoke,” I answered.
“Not one of these,” he replied holding up the cigar he was smoking in his hand. “One of these,” he said, pointing at his cock. “Get over here and start puffing.”
Pushing his hips forward in the chair he then opened his legs wider. Obediently, I knelt before him and started stimulating his dick to erection. Once his cock was hard, my head bobbed up and down on his knob to gratifying sounds of pleasure from him. Every now and then he placed his hand on the back of my head and held it down firmly on his dick.
After placing his unfinished cigar in the ashtray, he then told me to get up assume the doggy position with my knees on the bed. Okie did not dally and immediately slammed his cock into my arse. I yelped as I had a flashback to my first anal encounter. His vicelike hands on my hips, nevertheless left me in no doubt that he was going to fuck me solidly. Fortunately, my aching nipples had adequately prepared me for this eventuality.
The harder he fucked me the more I began to gasp. “Yeah, gasp pussy-boy, I like the sound of a squealing bitch.”
Okie was going so ballistic that I had to use both my hands to anchor my body, negating the opportunity for me to pleasure myself. As his urgency escalated he began to growl. My arse felt blissfully numb when he finally unloaded. For his finale, he lifted his arms and then brought them crashing down on my hips with a loud and stinging thump.
“Turn around and sit on the bed,” Okie next instructed me. “Now show the choo-choo train your respect!”
After licking his cock and balls I once again assumed that he would be on his way. Instead, he lay down on my bed.
“I need a nap,” he then informed me.
As I once more sat on the comfy chair observing his as he slept, my left hand ran over my sore nipples. I knew there and then that nipple-play would forever become one of my favourite ‘tortures.’ By now I was so horny that I frantically began to tug my knob. As I shot my load, I again used my hand towel to clean my stomach.
After watching him sleep and observing two more of his slumber erections, he awoke an hour later. As he looked at me he began toying with his dick.
“I’m in a state of fuckin’ confusion right now,” he proclaimed.
“Why?” I asked, totally oblivious to what he was puzzled about.
“Well, the choo-choo train is not sure whether it wants to enter your top or your bottom tunnel,” he sniggered.
I had never received a toy train as a child and had always resented my parents for that oversight. Now it appeared that my wish had finally come true, with interest.
Without waiting for my response, Okie then said, “Get on your back with your head off the edge of the bed.”
As I received my next face-fucking, I was also introduced to a new dynamic when I genitals got a few slaps. It wasn’t hectic but amazingly, very stimulating. I was also stunned by how my throat had adapted to Okie’s oral ‘attacks.’
After a solid face-fucking I was again ordered onto my knees for another butt-fucking. Okie, once more hammered my arse with gusto.
As he did so he said, “I won’t be wasting my time at the bar anymore, because this will now be my permanent station for the next four weeks.”
Once Okie had frantically unloaded a few minutes later, his clanging cymbals once more struck my hips.
As he began to dress he told me that he was fuckin’ hungry, prior to leaving without uttering another word.
I did not see Okie again that evening, but he did knock at my door at four o’clock the following afternoon. Mistakenly, I once again thought that it might be Albert.
An even more intense scene played itself out on this occasion, with the exception of the cigar and a nap. Yet again, he again left for dinner afterward, without uttering a word.
As I lay on my bed afterward with my ‘brutalized’ nipples, genitals, arse, and mouth, I wondered if I was becoming ‘torture’ junkie. As my left hand moved from one to the other ‘afflicted’ area on my body, my right hand plucked my cock so wildly that I was afraid that I would dismember myself.
I was in bed very early that evening and rather pleased that no further visit from Okie took place.
On Monday after dinner, I finally decided to knock on Albert’s door. All was revealed when he told me that he and the lady he had been introduced to had got along rather well. Not only had he spent Friday evening with her, but the entire weekend as well. Apparently, she had only dropped him off at the hostel early that morning so that he could dress for work.
Albert did not offer me a drink, as usual, and it soon became clear that he was exhausted from the weekend’s antics. Respectfully, I informed him that I lots of homework to do before making my way to my room, somewhat disappointed.
That week, I also did not see Albert again before Friday morning in the shower. He then informed me that he and the lady were hitting it off very well and that he had also spent Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, evenings with her. Albert then dropped the bombshell by telling me that he would be packing up his stuff that evening and moving in with her for the duration of his course. I didn’t ask about his girlfriend back home, because it simply wasn’t any of my business.
As far as Okie was concerned, he made his customary visits on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday evening. Much as I was enjoying sex with him, I nevertheless was yearning for a more holistic gay experience. It disappointed me that Okie showed none of the affection that I had experienced with Albert. I ruefully ruminated upon the fact that a combination of the two would have been a perfect solution.
As luck would have it, during that week I met an openly gay guy at college. To my delight, he informed me that around the corner from the cinema where I had seen The Boys in The Band, there was a very well-known gay bar.
I made a firm decision that I would definitely be visiting the bar on Friday evening. I was hopeful that I would not only mix with people of my own ilk like I had seen in the movie, but maybe also get lucky that evening. I wanted to chat, laugh, and hear the bitchy gay repartee that I had revelled in while watching that movie.
Friday night was spectacular! I mingled, laughed, and enjoyed myself enormously. With good fortune smiling on me, I also met and went home with a really nice guy. As had happened with Albert the previous week when he met the woman he had spent the weekend with, I also ended up staying with the guy who invited me to his home for the entire weekend.
After I had been dropped off at the hostel on Sunday afternoon at four p.m., I knew that I would have to burn the midnight oil because I had a shitload of homework to do. No sooner had I got busy before there was a knock at my door. I had anticipated this and mentally prepared myself for a possible visit from Okie.
“Where the fuck, have you been?” Okie asked with annoyance in his tone.
Taking the bull by the horns I answered, “I’m sorry I can’t invite you in, but as I spend the weekend with a guy I met at the gay bar on Friday night, I now have a shitload of homework to do.”
With a look of total confusion on his face, he simply replied, “Oh.”
“I’m sure I see you sometime tomorrow,” I countered.
With a forlorn look on his face, Okie once more repeated, “Oh,” before slinking off down the passage.
I had no intention of being nasty, but I also reflected upon the fact that Okie should know that he wasn’t the only pebble on the beach. I also hoped that if the subject of my away weekend was raised, I would be able to set a few new ground rules with him.
When Okie knocked on my door the following evening, as I opened the door there was a complete shift in his demeanour.
“May I come in?” he asked.
“Sure,” I replied.
Okie then sat on the comfy chair as I sat across from him on the bed.
“So, you had a good weekend?” he asked guardedly.
“Yes… it was brilliant,” I answered enthusiastically.
“So, was this guy that you met… was he ‘better’ than me?” he enquired, sheepishly.
I was pleased by the question because it had opened the door for the speech I had been planning.
“No, he wasn’t ‘better’ than you, just different,” I replied.
“What do you mean by… different?” he asked with a perplexed look on his face.
“Okie, you are a great lover and a very sexy man. What you must remember is that I am gay and need a little more from our ‘sessions,’” I informed him, before resuming, “I love having sex with you and enjoy everything you do, but a little bit of affection would also be nice.”
I let this information sink in for a few moments, before continuing, “You’ve never hugged or kissed me. We have also never really spoken at all. You arrive, face-fuck and butt-fuck me, and then leave without saying a word.”
There was now a look of total embarrassment on his face.
When he finally spoke, he said, “I’ve never really been a very touchy-feely kind of guy. I suppose that’s why I have never had a successful relationship.”
“I’m not asking you to change anything, I just want you to expand your approach,” I suggested.
Okie now stood up and gestured for me to do the same. He then awkwardly placed his arms around me and gingerly kissed me. The kiss was rather brief but very satisfying.
“How am I doing?” he then asked.
“Brilliantly,” I replied.
“Does this mean I can fuck you now,” he asked with an impish grin.
As I smiled at him the thought, ‘one step at a time’ went through my mind.
Shortly, I was once more getting a solid skull-fucking. When he anally penetrated me, however, I was on my back with my legs over his shoulders. Not only was the visual contact with him incredible, but he also constantly lowered his torso to kiss me.
Before he left that evening he once more embraced and kissed me. Okie then even thanked me and said goodnight before he left.
The following four weeks before Okie’s course came to an end were unbelievably good. I was very pleased that he did not deviate from his normal and preferred rougher approach, but the added intimacy of being kissed and fondled as well, really enhanced the overall experience.
The morning he departed back to his home was a very sad one and I bid him farewell, it was with a very heavy heart.
I did see Okie a year later when he returned to the hostel for a three-week course. Happily, we picked up where we had left off a year earlier.
I was also very pleased to learn that he was in a steady relationship with a lovely woman he had met. According to him, that was because of me.
After those three weeks, I never saw him again, but I often think about him with great fondness.
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