I had long known that I was queer, but I kept my desires to myself, knowing my conservative parents would probably disown me. But when I went off to college, I decided to explore. At first I was a bit shy, and although there were plenty of openly gay guys on campus, I had a hard time meeting someone. Then I met a guy named Desmond, and we went out on a date.
Desmond was incredibly sexy, and a little effeminate acting. His skin was the color of coffee with cream, and he had a gorgeous face with high cheekbones and beautiful brown eyes. He was about the same height as me, 5'9" but he was about 160# with an athletic build. I was pretty skinny at 130#. He dressed pretty fashionable, and wore his hair neatly trimmed and dyed blonde and painted his manicured fingernails red. I wore jeans and a band t-shirt, and hadn't cut my shaggy, brown hair in two years. He was twenty one, and I was nineteen.
We went bowling, and then went back to campus, found a secluded bench and got to know each other. He was into sports, at school on a track scholarship, and also played the saxophone and liked Jazz and R&B music. I wasn't into sports at all, preferring to skateboard and listen to punk. We had absolutely nothing in common, but we really hit it off. Then he gave me a kiss. Word's can't describe the emotions I felt when our lips locked together. I had kissed a few girls, and didn't feel anything. But this kiss made my knees feel weak.
"Wow!" I said, after our lips parted.
"Wow what?" He said with a frown. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Oh, no, not at all." I said quickly. "No, it was amazing. It's just that I've never done this before.
"You've never kissed before?"
"Well, not another guy." I admitted.
"So, did you like it?"
"Oh I loved it!" I said, giggling like a girl. "It was amazing." Then I put my lips to his, and kissed him. He reached down and started rubbing my dick, so I returned the favor.
"Want to go back to my place?" He asked. It's not far."
"Yeah." I said, watching his face light up with a beautiful smile.
"So, just so you know, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to."
"I want to."
"Ok. If you don't like something, or want to stop, just let me know, ok?"
"Ok." I said, kissing him again.
We held hands and walked towards his apartment building. People looked at us and a frat boy made a comment but I didn't care. I had hid my sexuality for too long. It felt good not to hide it.
"Here we are." Desmond said, then led me up a flight of stairs. We stopped in front of his door, kissed again, then went inside his studio apartment.
Once inside, we kissed some more, then he started to undress, so I did too. In just a few seconds we were both naked, and I was amazed at his completely smooth, amazing body, which was ripped and muscular, with hard abs, and thick legs from running sprints and hurdles. His cock, which looked to be a bit longer than my six inches, was fully erect. I felt extremely self conscious all of a sudden. While my legs were muscular from skateboarding, the rest of me was just skin and bones. He didn't seem to mind though, and he stepped close, put his hands around my waist and kissed me again. Our bodies pressed together, and his cock rubbed mine, and I slid my hands down to his muscular ass. We wound up on the bed, making out and he started stroking my cock, so I grabbed his. I couldn't believe how hard it felt pulsing in my hand.
"Can I suck your dick?" He asked.
"Yes, can I suck yours?"
"Of course". He said, then started working his way down to my crotch. He kissed my neck, then my chest, stopping to lick and nibble on one of my nipples, which gave me a pleasure I never imagined existed. Then he moved on down, and put my cock in his warm wet mouth. It felt absolutely amazing. A girl had sucked me once, and I wasn't all that into it. But Desmond felt incredible. He moved himself around so his dick was in front of my face, and I paused to stare at it. It was long, about eight inches, and thin, with a pretty head and several veins. I couldn't believe I was about to finally do this. I had fantasized about it, and had even practiced with a shovel handle that I had stolen from the garage. I had practiced with my homemade dildo, learning how to get almost all of it down my throat. Now, it was time for the real thing. I wrapped my lips around the tip of Desmond's cock. It felt and tasted amazing. Then, I slowly worked it down into my throat. None of this seemed weird, or abnormal to me, in fact sucking a guys dick felt perfectly natural. This is what I had been longing for.
"Mmmmmmmm." He hummed, with my dick still in his mouth. I took him deeper. "Oh fuck!" He whispered, then went back to sucking me. The fact that he seemed to be enjoying this really turned me on, and I backed off then slowly took him deep again. Now his mouth seemed really wet, and I started to feel like I was going to cum. It had only been a few minutes, and I didn't want to cum yet, but he felt so good and I was so turned on I couldn't help it. I was about to tell him I was cumming, but I didn't have time, and I exploded with orgasm, releasing myself down his throat. He didn't seem to mind, and kept sucking until I was finished. By this time, I had stopped sucking him, and lay with my head on his thigh, feeling dizzy.
"Fuck, sorry about that." I said between breaths.
"Sorry about what?"
"Cumming in your mouth."
"Oh honey, I love to swallow. You taste yummy too." Desmond laughed.
