He was not particularly ripped or muscular, but when he stood in the doorway with just a pair of shorts on, my cock jumped to life. Maybe it was the way he confidently stood with more weight on his left leg, one hand on his hip, the other holding the door frame. I could see a small brown tuft of hair in his armpit and this image of him burned into me. The room was full of college guys, like me, playing a football videogame. He said something to someone else, but I did not hear the words as my jaw slowly dropped. Just as suddenly as he appeared into the bedroom, he was gone and eventually I picked up my jaw and tried to snap out of it. I had not had a fag-like thought in a long time – going back to my early, confused high school locker room days, but here I was all twisted up inside. At the time, I had no girlfriend, but now I was entertaining the thought of having my first boyfriend. Finally, it was my turn to play and I switched my focus to the videogame. I lost a close game and decided to head back to my apartment.
His name was Robbie and I had never really took notice of him before, but now I could not get him out of my head – both heads. On the ride back home, my cock started stirring in my pants and when I pulled into the parking spot, I had to gather myself, lose some of my swelling and put my hand in my left pocket to hide the semi-lump that simply would not go away. As soon as I got in my bedroom, I closed and locked the door, pulled my shorts off and laid on the bed on my back. No sooner was I on my back, that I started stroking my raging hard-on. In less than 10 seconds, I whispered a moan of "Ohhhh Robbie" and exploded all over myself. Long ropes of cum splashing up and down my chest and abs. Some had even hit my neck.
What was going on here? As recently as last night I was looking high and low for a hot looking girl and now I was blowing a load in record time for some guy. For many years, I had seen hundreds, probably thousands of guys in various shapes and sizes – and modes of dress from naked to tuxedoes with no sexual effect on me, but now I was staying hard after a stunningly intense orgasm that made my toes curl after about 6 or 7 pumps. I started to rub my cum all over my tan six-packed belly and soon I was pumping my cock again. This time I started fantasizing about Robbie kissing me, about Robbie getting naked and finally about Robbie getting on top of me...and pow! My dick erupted again all over my stomach and pubic hair. After this I fell asleep and when I woke from the small nap my cum had dried on my chest, belly and cock. I decided to get up and shower so I could go out to the party tonight and maybe hook up with some girl or something.
The night did not go as planned. I am pretty picky about the girls I am interested in and there was nobody there that piqued my interest, but I had a good time anyway and eventually walked the mile or so back home with a slight beer buzz. I was asleep in no time and dreaming. The rest of week went by and from time to time I would see Robbie in the cafeteria at school and I would say hi to him in a normal way even though my insides were all twisted up. College was pretty tough this semester and I was very busy all week. As the weekend approached, I woke up Friday morning with a start...I was soaked with sweat and not only that, my pants were soaked with cum, too. As the wet dream started to fade from my head, the last thing I remembered was that it was about my new fascination...Robbie. As I cleaned myself up, I could not stop smiling for some reason. I suddenly realized that I had a crush, a gay crush, and for some unknown reason I was okay with it. I went to class that morning and when I saw him at lunchtime, the now familiar stomach lurch came on, but this time I gave him a big smile and an energetic "hey there". It did not seem to register any particular response with him except the normal one, but that was okay. As I finished my lunch with little quick glances in his direction, a little game of 'do I or don't I' was spinning through my head. All of sudden, he got up and started walking away, since there was lots of activity in the cafeteria, my eyes slowly drifted over to his departing ass in shorts – the same shorts he had on the other day and down to his manly, slightly hairy legs. He was gorgeous – how did I not notice him before? It was then and there I decided that I was going to make a move on him and if he rejected me, then he rejected me. If he told people that I hit on him, I would deny everything. I had to take a chance, his tight ass and sexy tan legs were worth it. The vision of him standing in the doorway made my mind hum with frequent homosexual thoughts of him. My dick was embarrassingly rigid and it took 10 minutes before I could stand up to leave. The rest of the day I developed my plan and when the time was right, I would go for it.
I was constantly masturbating about him – alone in my room, driving in my car, whenever I was alone, and always before I went to sleep at night. I had even started to explore my ass with my finger, pretending it was him trying to gain entrance to my intimate anal insides. Every time I blew my load, his name was on my lips. It took a couple days, but finally the timing was right. He was alone at the lunch table, his friends had not arrived yet and no one was anywhere in earshot. I got up and walked over opposite him at the table and quickly sat down. Before I lost my nerve, I started to blurt out my rehearsed words.
"Look Robbie, I have a major crush on you and have for some time now," I paused to catch my breath. My voice was ragged with nervousness and his beautiful blue eyes were making my knees weak. I continued, "anyway, if you are attracted to me in anyway, I will be by your window at midnight. If you want me to come in, keep it unlocked. If not, locked it and I will go away like this conversation never happened."
With that I shot up and left the lunch room. My body was shaking with nervousness and excitement. The verbal exchange had lasted less than 15 seconds and in that time the only thing I noticed about his face was that the color had drained from his face a bit and his eyes got bigger – from also being attracted to me or being repulsed by my advances, I could not tell and I was way too nerve-racked to stay and find out. I had a feeling, he was watching me leave and I was half-tempted to wiggle my rear for him, but I was shaking so badly I probably would have fell.
The plan was a good one – either his first floor window would be locked or unlocked – cut and dry – either I would have my first boyfriend (making me blush just thinking about it) or I would go back to scoping out chicks.
I drove over to Robbie's place at midnight and for some reason, I was more hard then nervous. I confidently got out of my car with my keys and "roll of quarters" and walked over to his window through the mulch. The moon was full and my moonshadow was cast on the window and into his room. I paused, bit my lower lip, grabbed the window and lifted up. The window lifted easily – realizing that I had been holding my breath, I let it out and swung my right leg into the room. As my full body entered, I straightened and looked up to see Robbie standing in the middle of the room in just his underwear. In his underwear was a hard-on and if he could have seen my darkened face, he would have seen me blush in gay excitement. My own cock which was straining in my tight, green shorts jumped to the top of my waistband. I almost creamed my pants right then and there. Without a word, we stepped to each other and gently enfolding in each others arms, we started to touch our lips. I had never kissed another guy before, but for some reason this felt so right. I opened my lips slightly and he did the same sliding his tongue in to meet mine. We started to kiss very romantically at first and then our hot bodies came together the kissing became more urgent. He broke the kiss and quickly lifted my shirt off of me and dropped just my shorts, so we were both in our underwear. He was back in my arms in a flash and we continued our kissing. He broke the kiss again, bent slightly since he was a little bit taller than me and started kissing my neck. I moaned – my first of many that night. I hooked my thumb and forefinger in the waistband of his underwear and he did the same to me. Ever so slowly, we lowered each others last line of defense. My dick popped out of my underwear and pointed straight up at the ceiling. When my underwear got to about the half-thigh, they fell the rest of the way and I stepped out of them. For some reason, Robbie's got stuck and we broke the kiss, giggled like little school girls and he knocked his underwear down the rest of the way. He stood there for a moment in the moonlight, naked, and utterly gorgeous. My eyes were immediately on his gorgeous, fully-engorged manhood and I think his eyes were on mine, but I was too focused and mesmerized to notice. His cut cock was also pointing straight up and like him was long and of average width. It slightly curved to the left and I wasn't sure if I could fit something that big into my little college-aged ass, but I so wanted to try. He was more than I had imagined and I am surprised that I did not gasp (or blow) as I took him in with my senses. He even smelled good. Without moving my gaze, I picked up my jaw and whispered thickly, "thank you for leaving the window unlocked, Robbie."
"It has been unlocked since I got home this afternoon in case you decided to come over early, Brian." His voice was low and sounded nervous. For some reason, I was not nervous anymore, just excited. He followed up with, "so how do we do this, I have never been with a guy before?"
