I had been in college for a year when it happened. The one and only time that it happened. I can't say why I did it, I don't really think about it when I can help it. I don't really know why I'm telling you this now. But I guess sense I started I should keep going.
I'm name is Jason, I'm 19 years old. I've never thought that I was attractive, except that one night. I'm kinda short for a guy, five nine and a half and a hundred and fifty pounds. I have short brown hair, and green eyes. I don't go to the gym but I have an alright body I guess, I mean I work outside for a landscape company so I spend a lot of time lifting heavy things.
On this day I was wearing a pair of jeans that an old girl friend had called my "good ass jeans" I don't really know what that means but any way, and a white t-shirt. I was walking across the quad heading back to my apartment after class when I first saw him. He was tall and broad shouldered. His hair was black, the beautiful shinny kind of black, he was dressed in a loose pair of jeans and a button down shirt. The shirt was open a little at the collar and you could see a few hairs just peaking out of the gap.
I just looked at him for a moment, and then kept on walking. Sometimes I looked at men, not in a sexual way but I always compared myself to them, thinking about what I wished I looked like. Thinking that I wished I had hair on my chest, a big strong body, and a long strong cock to fuck the hell out of someone with.
My apartment building was odd, it looked rather like a Red Roof Inn with all of the rooms opening to the outside the ones on the second floor onto a balcony. It was all wood around the outside, painted chocolate brown with a grayish balcony. I took the steps up to my apartment two at a time and came to the door of my apartment. I looked back and saw that the man had followed me; he was standing at the foot of the stairs looking up. After a moment's pause he walked up the steps, and smiled.
"Hi. I'm Luke."
"Jason," I replied.
"That's a nice name, Jason. I saw you looking at me back on the quad."
"Oh, I uh...I wasn't looking. I mean that I didn't mean to be looking...I mean, well what I am trying to say..."
As I stammered away I was looking him up and down again. He was probably getting close to thirty. His face had a young look but there was something older in his eyes. His jaw as sharp and strong, coming down from his ears in a perfect square. Now that I was closer I could see more hair poking out of the gap in his shirt. He was exactly the sort of man that I wished I was. He was manly, hansom, and confident.
"It's alright," he interrupted my stammering, "You haven't done this before, have you?"
"Done what? Oh no, I'm not. That is to say that I don't..."
"Why don't we just go inside your apartment?"
Why did I let him in? I have asked myself that a million times in the time after that afternoon, but I did. I unlocked the door and let us into my apartment. My roommate who I shared the two bedroom apartment with had gone home for the weekend so I knew that no one would be coming around for the day, in fact for the rest of the weekend.
We stepped into my apartment, and I was suddenly glad that I had cleaned the apartment the day before. Luke came into the apartment and kicked off his shoes, walking into the living room. He smiled at me, an innocent boyish smile and I felt my knees go a little weak. I don't know why but this man did something to my stomach and to my brain. It was as though a cloud had rolled into my brain, making it so that I didn't think properly as though I couldn't process thoughts properly.
"Why don't you sit down," Luke said sitting on the couch himself.
I took a seat at the far end of the couch from him, looking over anxiously. He smiled again, and moved a little closer.
"So Jason, what kinda girls do you like?"
"Um...well my ex-girl friend was super smart. We and she was the runner up for prom queen back in high school. She was kinda bossy, but you know most girls are..." shit, I thought, I'm rambling again. He sat for a long time before he stopped me with another question.
"You ever been with a guy before Jason?"
"Um, no. I've never even thought about it. I'm not gay."
"Right, right. But if you've never tried it before how do you know for sure?"
"Well I guess I don't." I noticed suddenly that he had moved closer still on the couch, so that he was right next to me turned in his seat so that he was facing me. A smell reached my nose, a many smell that filled my nostrils. I felt that same weird feeling in my stomach that I had felt when I had first seen Luke.
"We can stop whenever you want."
For a split second I didn't understand what he was saying, but then his hand fell on my thigh. I felt my heart skip a beat and then jump into over drive, and as his hand slid up my leg and his lips move closer to my face something in my brain registered what was happening but the rest of my body ignored that message. My cock had sprung up, now rock hard and pressing against my jeans.
At the same moment his lips landed on mine and his tongue slipped into my mouth, and his hand found my cock. For a long moment I did nothing. I just sat there with a man's tongue in my mouth and his hand on my cock. Then the part of my brain that had been screaming when quiet, and all that I was left with was a throbbing cock and a tongue in my mouth.
I kissed back.
Luke's hand came from my cock and slipped up my shirt brushing against my bare skin. An electric shock ran through my body and I launched myself into myself into the kiss. Slowly my shirt was pulled up and Luke began to pull on my nipples, twisting and tweaking on the small brown points on my chest.
Suddenly Luke broke the kiss; sitting back he pulled my shirt off my head and tossing it away. Then crossing his arms across his chest he pulled of his own shirt revealing the exact body that I wish I had. His chest was broad and muscled, large round pecks covered in thick black hair. He had big dark brown nipples which stuck out like pencil erasers. His stomach was rippled with muscles, and covered with hair too, and on the sides of his six pack were lines which angled down into his pants where a growing bulge was becoming visible.
Luke dove back into the kiss, his hands wandering over my chest, feeling the smooth hairless skin and small lean muscles. I loved the feeling of his stubble scratching across my cheeks as he kissed me, and his hands roaming over my bare chest sliding down, down...wait, where were his hands going? Slowly he was undoing my belt, and unbuttoning my fly, opening up my pants. I had been so distracted by the rough hairs scratching against my cheeks that I hadn't noticed him exposing my white briefs.
I felt his hand cupping my cock and balls through my underpants, and then once again he broke the kiss, saying, "You doing alright?"
"Yeah," I said realizing that I was, I wanted him to be holding my cock, and that thought scared me for a moment. I wanted this man, this big hairy man to be holding my cock and balls. In fact I wanted more, much, much more. I wanted to feel his mouth around my cock. I wanted to feel is cock in my mouth. And god help my I wanted to feel his cock slipping in and out of my hole. I had never wanted to put anything in my ass before that moment, and suddenly I was over whelmed with a need to feel the massive cock I knew this man must have hidden in his pants.
"Good."
Luke slipped off of the couch on the floor and grabbing a hold of my waist band he pulled my pants down around my ankles and the off over my feet. He tossed them away with my shirt and smiled at me. He stood back up and looking me in the eyes the entire time, he undid his pants and kicked them off. For a moment he stood before me wearing only a pair of dark blue bikini briefs that hung close to his cock which was even more magnificent that I had imagined. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. The bulge in his briefs was beautiful. I could make out two clearly defined balls and along thick shaft that curved round toward his ass. His legs were massive, thick muscles twisting under his hairy skin. My hands shook as I looked in person at the man that I wished I was: this big manly hunk.
Slowly he bent down again and drew me into another kiss. This time it was less cautious, less gentle, it was more animalistic, more lustful, more...well I guess the only word for it is hot. His tongue flicked back and forth in my mouth, as I tried to keep up with him. Suddenly I was pulled to my feet, and tugged up onto my tip toes to keep our mouths connected.
Luke's hands which had been slowly exploring my exposed body now found my ass cheeks, needing at the fleshy mounds. For the first time I reached my hands forward and touched Luke's bare skin feeling his hair and warm flesh, and for the first time as well I realized that this was really happening to me. I wasn't dreaming or making it up. I was standing in my underpants in my living room locked mouth to mouth with another man, an older man for that matter, with his hands on my ass and me holding onto his pecks like they were a chick's boobs.
Reluctantly I let Luke's mouth go as he knelt down again, falling to his knees on the floor my swollen penis right in front of his face. His hands moved from my ass cheeks to the waist band of my briefs and slowly pulled them down. As he slid them down my thin legs he looked up and asked me again if I was alright. I nodded down at him so horny that I couldn't talk any more. Without another moment's pause he swallowed my six inch down right to the base, his nose nestled nicely in my sparse pubes and his left hand rolling my balls around.
