College Seduction (mm) 1st time, in a series about my first sexual encounters with other men by caelin, January 2007 NOTE: Reposted. Original title - "First Time: Bisexual College Seduction. I realized after posting that the title was misleading: I'm bi, but the story is about my first time with another man. No bi sex. I am reposting so it isn't misleading. Sorry for the error. When I was 21, I was in my last year at University, pursuing an undergraduate degree. I had just broken up with my girlfriend, whom I had met in high school and now found myself consumed with need for sexual release. But I was shy and didn’t meet many girls. I was living in the dorms – it was cheaper and easier than seeking off-campus accommodations and searching for suitable roommates. This year, I found myself with three Residence-Hall-supplied roommates: Two sophomores and one freshman. The sophomores had known each other since high school and kept to themselves, which was fine by me. The freshman … he was … unusual. Let’s call him “Jay.” Jay was several inches taller than me and maybe 40 or 50 pounds heavier. He was obviously fresh out of high school: Very talkative and naďve. Jay had a chubby face and very effeminate mannerisms – we all just assumed he was gay. I wasn’t really close with any of my roommates. We all pretty much went our own ways, which worked well for everyone concerned. One Friday evening, after the two sophomores left for a weekend back at their hometown, I found myself alone with Jay. We were chatting a bit … something we rarely did, and he asked if I wanted to do some “hash” with him. Although I was several years older and a lot more “together,” I was a bit naďve in the areas of sex and drugs. I admitted I didn’t know what “hash” was. He explained it was a marijuana derivative and I agreed to do some with him. Jay produced a pipe and we took turns inhaling the intoxicating smoke. I was sitting in a chair, feeling very collegiate and “hip.” Jay sat on the floor, next to me, as we passed the pipe back and forth. On each exchange of the pipe, Jay rose to his knees and moved between my widespread knees, to hand it to me. After several such passes, somewhat giddy from the hash, I playfully pummeled him with my thighs – rapidly closing and opening them on him -- a few times, when he moved between my legs. Jay’s eyebrows shot up and he looked at me in surprise. “How long have you known I was gay?” he murmured, looking deeply into my eyes. I was momentarily confused. What? Gay? He’s admitting that to me? He thinks I indicated I already knew? He began slowly massaging my thighs and I realized he had misinterpreted my earlier playful gesture as “coming on to him.” I was frozen, caught between wanting to explain the mistake, wanting to avoid the embarrassment of explaining the mistake, and … His trailing hands moved up my thighs until they closed on my crotch, sending a pleasurable wave of lust through my body. … and an overpowering, strange sense of arousal. I had never been with a male before. Truth be told, I hadn’t been with girls that often, yet. But I was horny enough that I didn’t really care how I got off. As I sat there, like a deer caught in headlights, Jay had undone my pants and freed my now-erect cock. He stroked it, making my already muddled head spin. It was strange … I was older … I had always been more assertive and mature ... and yet, here was this freshman kid, taking charge and, essentially, seducing me! Still on his knees, he leaned into my lap and pulled me forward, pressing his lips against mine in a passionate kiss. I had never been kissed by a man, before and had never really considered the idea attractive. I thought I would push him away, but instead, my hands rested lightly on his arms and my eyes closed as I tilted my head back to allow him to explore my mouth with his thick, probing tongue. The dominant teen sensed his victory and pushed his tongue deeply into my mouth, causing me to moan as my cock twitched with desire. Grinning in triumph, he gently pulled me to my feet and slid my jeans and briefs down around my ankles. Completely aroused by his seduction, I kicked off my shoes, underwear, and pants and then dropped submissively to my hands and knees, lowering my head to the tiled floor as I presented my ass. I heard him chuckle and he walked over to the bathroom for some lube. This was a number of years back, understand, before the AIDS era. We never thought of “protection,” since there was no risk of pregnancy. Jay came back and positioned himself behind me. Gently, but with an efficiency that told me he had done this many times before, he pushed his cockhead against my tight sphincter and entered me. In a moment, he’d popped my anal cherry. I was no longer an anal virgin. Jay’s cock was about the same size as my own – 6” – but it felt enormous as he slid it inside me. I gasped as I felt his heavy balls slap against mine, from behind. He was in me to the hilt. It was a strange sensation … having another man’s cock inside me. On one hand, I found I really enjoyed the sensation … the knowledge that I was being taken by a dominant lover who was going to use me for their own sexual gratification. On the other hand, my tender asshole wasn’t used to accommodating anything that big and it hurt like hell. Jay pumped me a few times before it became too much. Reluctantly, I slid off him and withdrew my ass. “Hurts too much,” I apologized. Jay was cool about it and didn’t complain or pressure me. Instead, he went to the bathroom and cleaned himself off. He returned, totally nude, and continued stripping me. Jay’s big body was soft, pudgy, and pale … but I was surprised to find that this turned me on. I knew I had a bit of a fetish for overweight women, but never realized this must be true about heavyset men, as well. The dominant teen eased me to the ground and lay next to me, presenting his thickly furred crotch and rigid cock inches from my face. Part of me thought that I should at least have tried to be dominant, if I was going to go through with this – after all, I was older and Jay was so … well … effeminate! But looks were deceiving. The big poof never gave me a chance, maintaining control of the seduction at all times. He brushed his thick cockhead across my parted lips and I tasted the salty, sticky droplets of precum that leaked from his piss-slit. Still flushed with arousal, I opened my mouth and let my young seducer slide his shaft into my mouth. I had never fellated anyone before and had no real idea of what to do. He obviously wanted me to “suck his cock” … so I started sucking. No technique. No focus on any certain area. Just his cock, in my mouth, with me sucking hard like I was trying to siphon gas. I felt a wonderful, warm wetness envelope my own rigid penis and realized he had slipped into a 69 position. We lay on the dorm room floor, on our sides, arms embracing hips and eagerly sucking each others’ swollen pricks. I was really getting into the sucking, enjoying the feel of his thick, hard tool in my mouth. Suddenly, and without warning, he came – filling my mouth with spurts of hot, salty jizz. I was horny as hell and secretly delighted that I had made him cum first. I swallowed eagerly, drinking down everything he had. When his cockhead finally went dry, I lovingly sucked him clean and licked his shaft to make sure I’d gotten every drop. I let his turgid member plop out of my mouth and lay back to enjoy his oral attentions on me. I have to admit, he was much more talented than I was and in no time, pushed me over the edge. With a strangled cry, I came. He returned the favor by swallowing the load I shot into his experienced mouth. Completely sated and still muddled by the hash we’d smoked, we stumbled off to our respective beds. The next morning I awoke slowly and started remembering the previous night. Had that really happened? Had I really been seduced by my effeminate freshman roommate? Jay entered the room, smiling. “That was great, last night,” he murmured, tracing a finger up my arm. “I was thinking maybe we could do that again … on a regular basis.” I felt like my gears were grinding. I was afraid that someone was going to find out about our little tryst and I’d get tagged as being “gay.” I was also scared by the realization I’d had sex with another man … and enjoyed it so much. And that I had been the submissive one. On the other hand, I was hard as a rock and fantasizing about Jay pulling me out of the top bunk and forcing me to my knees to suck him off, again. Fear and anxiety won out and I pried his fingers from my arm. “No,” I lied, “I’m not interested. Last night was just … experimentation. I … I was high from the hash and you seduced me.” Jay gave me a mocking grin. “I didn’t force you,” he chided. “You dropped down and offered your ass to me, all on your own!” He smiled, perhaps sensing my arousal. “You wanted it!” he murmured, tracing a burning path with his fingertip, down my arm. “You loved it!” I felt my face flush. He was right, and we both knew it. Even now, I wanted him to take me … to ignore my protests and use me like we both knew I wanted to be used. But fear and anxiety won out. “No,” I told him. “That was a one-time event. It won’t happen again. I’m not gay.” That was true: I wasn’t gay. But I now knew that I was definitely bisexual. And a “submissive bi,” at that. All of this happened many, many years ago. Jay did try to contact me once, maybe 10 years ago, through a relative of mine that he found, but (embarrassingly) I lost Jay’s contact info before I could call him. And I was never successful in locating him – his last name proved much more common than I had realized. I never did get the chance to tell him that I still get hard at the thought of him seducing me and that (with proof of a medical test that showed he was still clean, since this isn’t the 80s, anymore), I’d eagerly swallow his load again … or take it anywhere he wanted to shoot it.