* * * * * A University student takes another student's anal virginity. This story does not pretend to have any literary merit whatsoever. * * * * *
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He's twenty years old, but Conner looks a little older than his years, leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth, watching the other students walk past. He's lean and dark-haired, blue-eyed and tall, with an angular face and long fingers.
He's a predator, and he's always been a predator, but his prey are generally willing, and they generally come to him, sniffing at his crotch like dogs, attracted by his hard blue eyes and his dark smile.
It's mid-morning now, and Connor has his dorm room to himself for at least the next three hours; three hours he doesn't intend to waste.
And so he stands against the wall, smoking, watching music and architecture students stream up and down the concrete steps, waiting to be seen. Waiting for his prey.
Another kid approaches, and maybe it's his first year. Conner won't ask, doesn't care. What he cares about is that the boy's smaller than him, his body soft, his brown hair swept long across his forehead, his face round and nondescript. His eyes are wide and nervous as he approaches Connor.
"Hi," says the boy. He has a backpack slung over his shoulder. "Do you know how to get to the lecture theatre?"
Definitely a first year. Eighteen years old, full of dumb and cum.
"Which one?" asks Connor, his eyes burning into this boy's, this kid who honestly thinks he's asking directions.
"Uh... I think it's..." the kid fumbles in his jacket pocket and pulls out his phone, starts looking for the email.
Conner takes his phone from him. But instead of looking for the directions, he finds the kid's gallery and starts thumbing through his pictures.
The kid notices right away and reaches for his phone, but Connor turns his back and sucks on his cigarette as he looks for... and there it is. The kid's selfies. Big eyes looking up into the camera, the kid naked from the waist up... and then naked from the waist down. A nice cock, Conner thinks. Not large, but then the boy's mouth interests him more than his cock. Still, a nice cock's a bonus.
He smiles down at the picture, and his eyes are full of mocking as he hands the phone back to the boy. "What's your name?"
Bright red, the kid takes the phone and shoves it back into his pocket.
"Darren."
"Well,
Darren,
how about I take you where you need to go?"
Darren nods, his eyes wide, his face still flushed from Connor's hard examination of the images on his phone.
The kid adjusts his bag better against his shoulder, and follows Connor back down the steps.
Connor doesn't even pretend they're going near a lecture theatre, and as he leads Darren up the stairs to his dorm room, Darren doesn't pretend to think that's where they're going.
Not now that Connor's seen his cock.
They reach Connor's dorm, and Conner lets them both in. It's a temporary share turned permanent, since it suits Connor, but his roommate's gone for at least three hours and the room's theirs.
He kicks off his shoes, then takes off his coat and hangs it over the back of his computer chair, while Darren stands in the middle of the room, watching him nervously.
"I don't usually..."
"I don't care," says Connor casually. He pulls off his shirt, showing this shy, nervous kid his bare chest. He's lean, but he's muscled, and he's strong, and the kid gets even more nervous.
Connor stands there, shirtless, and after a moment Darren slides his bag off his shoulder and dumps it on the floor.
He's breathing high in his chest, clearly afraid to be doing this, but oh, so fucking turned on. Connor can see the bulge in the kid's jeans expanding under his gaze, the kid's hand resting on his thigh, only a few finger widths away from clamping his hand around his own swelling shaft.
Connor tilts his head. "Are you a virgin?"
Darren frowns. "No."
Connor's momentarily disappointed, but decides to probe further. "Have you ever been fucked by a man before?"
Darren's face colours. "Yes," he says—but Connor can see it's a lie. The kid's out of his depth and flailing.
Connor steps in close and tugs the kid's t-shirt up and over his head. Darren shivers, and his hands move in close to his body, his wrists pressed against his sides as if he's fighting the urge to cover his chest. His nipples are small and hard, his chest hairless. His belly's a soft curve with a down of hair, and Connor runs his hand over that soft belly, knowing it'll make the kid self-conscious.
It works, and Connor drops his eyes and looks away. Although he doesn't try to stop Connor touching him.
Connor slaps the kid's belly, and then reaches up to catch his jaw with his long fingers, forcing Darren to meet his gaze.
"Do you take it in the arse?"
Darren's eyes widen. "I like to suck cock," he says bravely, and Connor suspects he hasn't even done this. He's dreamt about it... but he hasn't done it.
"Well then, get the fuck on with it," he says, and Darren gapes at him.
Connor puts a hand against his own thickening cock, a long swelling trapped in his jeans, and then tugs his fly open.
He rests his hand against his briefs, and then puts a hand on the back of Darren's head, the kid's hair soft under his hand.
"You haven't ever given a blowjob, have you?"
Darren swallows, his cock now a rigid pole trapped sideways in his jeans.
"Yes."
The kid's so full of shit, but Connor will fuck that right out of him.
"Prove it."
He puts pressure on Darren's head, and the kid obediently takes the hint and sinks to his knees.
He takes out Connor's cock with fumbling hands, and then he's face to face with it, this large, throbbing member, a man's cock in his smooth fingers, a man's cock right in front of his face.
Connor feels a wave of delight move through him, from his shoulders all the way down his spine, to his thick prick, oozing precum as the kid just holds it.
"Put it in your mouth," says Connor, but Darren just stares at the prick in his hand, frozen and terrified, but clearly hungry to try.
Connor pushes the kid's head roughly onto him, and the kid parts his lips and lets Connor push into his mouth. His tongue's wet and slick against Connor's swollen head, and as Connor pushes in, the kid's tongue provides a delicious wet massage against his shaft.
Connor pushes the kid's head down on him as far as he can before the kid pulls back, and Darren's hands move to Connor's thighs so he can brace himself and control the depth.
