Many things changed my first spring at the university. Of course there was having what could only be called a steady boyfriend. That was something that I could not even have imagined only months before. My relationship with Greg evolved from two friends sharing the joy of male on male sex through friendship to what would have to be called romance. I can't pinpoint exactly when I realized there was something more connecting us then just friendship and our shared bisexual desires. Certainly that first day back from winter break was a part of the transformation. But I can't say that it was simply the first time I fucked a man that was the turning point. In fact the next steps in our evolving relationship were not at all as I expected them to be. Greg continued to date and regularly fuck the girl from history class, Shelly. They actually seemed to be getting closer. I didn't give it much thought since it did not interfere with my sex life. Greg seemed to be constantly horny.
He and I were having sex more in February then we had been when we were both single. There were even nights when he would come to bed after spending the early part of evening fucking Shelly. The taste of pussy on his cock just seemed to add an element of eroticism on those occasions and he was always very enthusiastic about pleasing me. The biggest change that semester was that at least once a week our sex sessions ended with me fucking him. Each time he seemed to get more and more into bottoming for me. To my surprise my ass remained virginal except for his tongue and occasionally just a bit of his finger. He never showed any desire to fuck me and for whatever reason I didn't pursue the idea. Looking back I would say that things just seemed to be going too well and I didn't chose to make any changes.
In addition to our sex life getting better by the week there were other changes. It seemed whenever we weren't in class or otherwise occupied we were together. Our social lives slowly became one. Even when I started dating and sleeping with one of the women that worked in our favorite hangout in town we still did most stuff together. It sometimes seemed funny when we double dated. After dropping the girls off it would be him and I that ended up spending the night together. The four of us became very comfortable together. The really nice thing about dating Carol, who was my age but had never gone to college, was her apartment. Many nights while she and I fucked in the bedroom, Greg and Shelly would be going to town on the sofa. Shelly was pretty loud and since we hardly ever bothered closing the bedroom door we had the added sound effects to enhance the sex.
By the end of March, things seemed to be perfect. I was getting regular pussy from a nice girl. I had come to think of Greg as my best friend. I got to suck and be sucked by my best friend as well as fuck his tight ass regularly. Of course as far as I knew the girls had no clue about their men being cock sucking buddies. More had changed by then. Greg and I had begun to show a lot of affection for each other besides the sex. When we were alone we would hug and even kiss. I slowly realized that I had feelings for him I had not really acknowledged. They were feelings that I did not have for Carol. I liked her a lot, we got along well and the sex was great. But I was not in anyway in love with her. As it turned out my lack of feelings led to the end of a great thing.
In late April Carol confronted me about our future. She was not a college student who felt as if her whole life lay ahead of her. She was a townie and at first was perfectly happy playing with the college boy. But she was far more ready to get on with her life and find a husband as many of her friends had already done. Not wanting to lead her on I told her the truth that I liked her a lot but did not know if there would ever be more. She kissed me softly and then told me it was time to move on. We held each other for about an hour and shared a cry. Then we had a goodbye fuck. Greg, Shelly and I found another hangout. Even though I was not n love it was still painful to see her and know she was with another guy.
The next momentous thing that happened that spring occurred as a result of my becoming a real adult. My twenty-first birthday was May 10, just before exams. Greg and Shelly planned a special surprise. I later learned that Shelly knew Greg and I were bisexual and lovers which really turned her on. She was also bisexual and thought having a bi boyfriend was perfect. She had a girlfriend and figured as long as she was going to be licking pussy her boyfriend may as well be sucking cock. The stories that they shared had enhanced their sex life. They had also had a couple of threesomes with her girlfriend. I seemed to be the only one in the dark and still keeping the secret. Greg told me about a year later that he was sorry for not telling me. He had been concerned that I would be too uncomfortable with Shelly knowing that I was bisexual. He was probably right. He had chosen to tell her after she told him about herself. He figured that they should be honest considering the feelings he was developing for me.
About a week after Carol and I said goodbye, Greg and I were laying in bed after having had sex. He propped himself up on one arm and looked into my eyes like he was going to make some great pronouncement about his love for me or something.
"Hey, lover, I got something to tell you," He said so casually I was caught completely off guard.
"Shoot," Is all I managed in reply.
"Shelly and I are planning a celebration of your becoming a man. We are going to take you out and wine you and dine you. Also, we have a date for you."
"Fuck no! I am not in the mood to be with some chick I don't know making me think about Carol and shit. Couldn't you just give me a special blow job and let my fucking birthday pass quietly?" I muttered.
"No!" He barked and climbed on top of me.
He pressed his lips to mine and pushed his tongue into my mouth. He did not usually kiss me so hard. For all his working out and outwardly macho attitude, Greg was a very gentle guy in bed. He continued to kiss me hard and deep. Even though I felt a little like I was being raped I let him control the kiss and made no attempt to stop him. Our bodies pressed together and our cocks almost instantly came back to life as he ground his meat against mine. I was pinned on the bed under him and somehow knew what was coming. He broke the kiss and rose up pressing one hand hard to my chest. The pressure made breathing difficult and speaking all but impossible. Still I did not try to fight back.
"You are going to forget Carol and her cunt starting right now! You have been acting like a little fucking pussy, so I am going to show you what happens to pussies!" He barked in my face.
He used his weight to hold me down as his he forced me to spread my legs. He squeezed my cock with one hand and started teasing my asshole with the other. I knew what was coming and did not protest. I saw the look of determination in Greg's eyes. My gentle lover had transformed into forceful man determined to take what he wanted. Or more accurately to give me something he thought I needed. I had wanted my lover to fuck me for weeks; to take my virginity. But I had never imagined anything like the scene that was unfolding. I had thought we would make love and he would be gentle and spare me much of the pain. But at that moment I knew that he was going to rape me and nothing would be spared. I did not protest of even resist as his finger invaded my body.
He shoved his digit deep into me with one hard thrust. I was scared and thrilled at the same time. A myriad of new and old emotions filled my senses. Seeing I would not fight him he grabbed my ankles as he slide down my body. Far from fighting him I helped. I held my ankles up over my head and spread wide my ass for him. He licked and spit on my hole, driving me to near orgasm with just his tongue. Then he pushed first one then two then three fingers into my once tight anus. The pain burned along my rectum as my lover brutally finger fucked my asshole using only his salvia for lubrication. Despite the pain and my growing fear that his unlubricated cock would tear me open I cried out begging him to fuck me.
"What do you want me to fuck bitch?" He asked in a harsh tone I could not imagine came from my lover's mouth.
I whimpered for him to fuck my pussy. He immediately pulled his fingers from my ass. I suddenly felt empty and craved to be filled again. I did not wait long. He got on his knees between my legs and guided his steely shaft to my well stretched hole. I felt more spit hit my ass crack and then he impaled me without warning. I had to bite my fist to avoid screaming loud enough to alert the entire dorm suite. For what seemed like hours but it reality was no more than ten minutes, he rammed his cock in and out of me. I bounced against the bed with each thrust. When the mattress recoiled I was driven back up to him as he withdrew. I wondered if that was how Greg fucked women, hard and rough.
My senses were so overwhelmed with pleasure and pain as well as the bizarreness of the whole scene, I did not even feel my orgasm approaching. I am still not sure if the first thing I felt was the pleasure of cumming or the drops of warm semen hitting my belly. I do remember the searing heat in my ass and the odd sensation I felt when he erupted inside me. For the first time a man had injected his seed into my body without me using my mouth to provide the stimulus. Greg continued to fuck me until his cock was too soft to thrust into my then gapping asshole. When he pulled out I felt warm fluid trickling out of my body. He crawled up the bed, kissed my cheek and laid his head on my still heaving chest. Neither of us spoke for a long time. If I could have formed words I have no idea what they might have been.
The first either of us said was when he asked if I was ok. I nodded but still could not speak. In response to my silence, he started to apologize. I stopped him.
"Greg, you were right, I have been acting like a pussy. Maybe I needed that point driven home just that way. Besides, I love you and have been waiting for you to want to fuck me. If that is the way you like it, then you can have that whenever you want."
"Damn, babe, I love you too and I don't know why I did that. I know it isn't something I expect to ever do again. You got to know I will always be the bottom with you. Well unless you ask me for more," He said smiling.
"I am sure I won't ever ask for that, but I think I would like being the bottom sometimes," I replied with a sly grin and a wink.
As it turned out he only occasionally fucked me in the future. When he did it was always gently and very loving the way I had imagined it would be originally. After another hour of cuddling and kissing he laid out his plan for my birthday celebration. He convinced me to go out with Shelly's friend Lindsey.
I learned a lot that day. I learned that I felt no shame in announcing to another guy that I loved him. I learned that I felt thrilled to know that another person loved me. I learned the true meaning of comfort and closeness. I had never been so comfortable with any other person. In many ways I have never again been that comfortable or close to another person. I also learned that love could be expressed in surprising ways. I may never know what brought out Greg's behavior that day. I never had the nerve to ask him about his motivation. We never really talked about that day. I know it was a powerful experience and one that can never be repeated.
