Introduction: 2 Students have fun at a University, although one might be getting into more than he thought.
As Mr. Morrison lectured us about why we won’t amount to anything in life because we’re lazy kids unlike those of “his” generation, my eyes began to wonder. Being a straight guy without having a single gay urge during my entire life I was very confused when my eye was caught by another guy sitting a row of chairs away from me. Now, this wasn’t and glance, this was a full on stare, and I couldn’t stop! I kept staring at his tanned arms and nice biceps, the fabric of his shirt was thin and faded and I could see his cut abs through it. He must’ve noticed my staring because he looked over at me and smiled.
“That was odd.” I thought to myself.
I quickly shook it off as I noticed a huge bulge in my pants. I waited for the erection to subside before asking Mr. Morrison permission to use the bathroom.
“Fuck! What the hell is wrong with me today?” I asked myself as I walked to the washroom.
“I’ve never felt that way about a guy before.” I kept trying to shake off the thought
I got to the bathroom and walked up to the urinals; I pulled out my dick and started peeing. Just then the door opened and I looked over to see who it was.
“Oh my god! It’s the guy from my class.”
My cock instantly went rock hard as he came up to the urinal next to me. I looked down at his cock and it must have been at least 9” long, and it was totally smooth.
“Hi, my name is Jeff. Pretty boring class eh?” He said to me.
I looked up from his cock and noticed he was staring into my eyes.
“Yeah it is.” I answered. “My name is Kyle by the way.” I said as I walked towards the sink.
“I know your name.” he said. “I also noticed you staring at me during class.” He remarked.
I swallowed hard; I felt embarrassed and expected him to call me a fag or something like that.
Before I could say anything back to him I felt two hands squeezing my ass, I turned around quickly and he put his hands on my hips with a devilish smile on his face.
“Mmmm, I’ve never had a little, personal slave before, you’re going to be my first.”
Jeff’s face suddenly turned from playful to serious, and in an almost angry tone he ordered me into a stall with him. He violently grabbed me by the neck and I almost tripped as he threw me into the stall.
“What’s going on?” I asked in a nervous voice.
“I’ll ask the questions here unless you want everyone to know how much of a gay slut you are.” he said in that serious tone of his.
He pushed my back against the stall door and kissed me deeply on the mouth. I spat on the floor after he took his mouth away from mine.
“Oh, you don’t like kissing another guy? Well, you’ll just have to get used to it won’t you?” he said in a mocking voice.