A while ago, I wrote a story featuring a character called Sean. I've decided to do another one with him but it's kind of a prequel about his first year at university. I know prequels are often crap but hopefully this won't be!
Chapter 1
Sean heaved his three large bags through the door of the student apartment and dumped them to the ground with a thud. He looked around and smiled, excited by the sense of freedom and his first days at university. The halls of residence were divided into these apartments, with a fairly big living area and kitchen leading off to four bedrooms and a shared bathroom. He knew he was the first in the apartment and, feeling like a child at Christmas, ran to the door of each room and peered inside, wondering if one was bigger than the others. They all looked the same and he chose the furthest from the main door, guessing it would be a little quieter at night when he wanted to sleep.
He was hoping there would be plenty of not sleeping too. Sean had turned 19 the week before, was fresh from his A-levels and eager for a new beginning. His girlfriend of three years, Sophie, had dumped him at the start of summer, saying they should go to uni as new, separate people. At the time, he'd been gutted, cried what would be his first and last tears over a girl, and spent the summer hitting the gym as hard as he could in order to forget her. It had almost worked.
Beginning to unpack, he felt a new life starting to take shape and wondered whether, possibly, Sophie had been right. Either way, he had no plans to fall in love. He wanted to have fun and fuck as many girls as he could. There was a full length mirror on the door of the wardrobe and he proudly checked himself out. He'd always been good looking with a square jaw, dark sexy eyes, and thick brown hair that shaped easily into whatever style was fashionable; he stood at just over 6 feet and had a large frame. His days playing rugby at school had strengthened his body and honed his physique but the last seven weeks spent at the gym had really brought out his muscles. His pectorals pressed through his t-shirt and his biceps looked permanently flexed when they weren't; his shoulders were broad and hard, his legs thick and strong. He lifted his t-shirt and frowned; the only thing he really yearned was a good set of abs. He had a flat hard stomach and his hips had a sculpted V leading down into his shorts but the six-pack was no where near as pronounced as he would like.
He let his hand slide into his baggy training shorts and felt his cock harden slightly. Grinning he waggled it through the grey material of his shorts. Sean was incredibly well hung and he loved it. The reaction from his mates at school had been a mix of jealousy and making fun of him, calling him tripod. At first he'd been embarrassed by his massive dick, especially when showering after a game or going swimming but, now, he wanted to make the most of his luck. He thought back to his relationship with Sophie. He'd been faithful to her but she'd never been keen on sex; told him he was too big and girls didn't like big dicks. He'd believed her and felt grateful for their short sessions and spent a lot of time at home wanking out his frustrations.
But things had changed literally 24 hours ago. On his last day at the gym, he'd decided to use the pool. Clad in his tiny black speedos, he'd swum twenty lengths as hard and as fast as he could, then pulled himself up out of the pool, his body pulsing with the effort. He'd stood at the side of the pool getting his breath back and become aware of a girl watching him. She must have been almost thirty and he suddenly felt a little shy in front of her, barely dressed.
'Alright,' he'd grinned, not yet realising how powerfully sexy his smile was.
'Hi.' She'd smiled back and he'd allowed his eyes to run from her toes, up her slim legs to the tight crevice of her bikini bottoms and up over her firm stomach to her large tits. 'I haven't seen you using the pool before.'
'I...' Sean had momentarily stuttered, entranced by her tits and realising this was the first girl he'd paid any attention to since Sophie had dumped him. 'Yeah, I usually just use the weights room.'
'I can see,' she'd smiled. 'So are you new to the gym?'
'No actually, er, I'm off to uni tomorrow.'
'Really? How exciting.'
She'd moved up close to him and suddenly her hand was squeezing the front of his speedos.
'My god, the girls at uni are gonna love you.'
And suddenly he was in the sauna with her, his speedos round his ankles, as he fucked the girl with all the pent up desire of the last seven weeks. No foreplay just rough hard sex and her shouting out praise for his big hard dick.
At that point, Sean had realised that he needed to make the most of uni.
Continuing to unpack, he hung up his clothes, arranged his toiletries, made the bed, and hooked up his sound system. Opening his last bag, he stashed his rugby gear in a separate cupboard. He loved the game and couldn’t wait to join the uni team. He remembered his first match at the age of ten, not entirely sure he liked the game but joining in to please his dad. He'd hung back a bit during the match, wondering if the adults were enjoying the game more than their children. But then the ball had suddenly fallen through the air and into his hands like a precious gift. He'd caught it instinctively and ran, cradling the ball like it might break, feeling it was his and no-one else's. The other players were just as small as he was at the time but he'd barged through them, knocking them to the ground, looked behind, saw an opposition player racing towards him, then leaped through the air, hit the line perfectly and slid with joy through the muddy grass as he scored his first try and heard the crowd erupt with cheers. There'd only been about fifty people watching and most of the noise was from his father but it had felt right and he hadn't given up playing since.
Girls and rugby. It was what he wanted most at this point in his life. And university was going to give them to him.
Chapter 1
Sean heaved his three large bags through the door of the student apartment and dumped them to the ground with a thud. He looked around and smiled, excited by the sense of freedom and his first days at university. The halls of residence were divided into these apartments, with a fairly big living area and kitchen leading off to four bedrooms and a shared bathroom. He knew he was the first in the apartment and, feeling like a child at Christmas, ran to the door of each room and peered inside, wondering if one was bigger than the others. They all looked the same and he chose the furthest from the main door, guessing it would be a little quieter at night when he wanted to sleep.
He was hoping there would be plenty of not sleeping too. Sean had turned 19 the week before, was fresh from his A-levels and eager for a new beginning. His girlfriend of three years, Sophie, had dumped him at the start of summer, saying they should go to uni as new, separate people. At the time, he'd been gutted, cried what would be his first and last tears over a girl, and spent the summer hitting the gym as hard as he could in order to forget her. It had almost worked.
Beginning to unpack, he felt a new life starting to take shape and wondered whether, possibly, Sophie had been right. Either way, he had no plans to fall in love. He wanted to have fun and fuck as many girls as he could. There was a full length mirror on the door of the wardrobe and he proudly checked himself out. He'd always been good looking with a square jaw, dark sexy eyes, and thick brown hair that shaped easily into whatever style was fashionable; he stood at just over 6 feet and had a large frame. His days playing rugby at school had strengthened his body and honed his physique but the last seven weeks spent at the gym had really brought out his muscles. His pectorals pressed through his t-shirt and his biceps looked permanently flexed when they weren't; his shoulders were broad and hard, his legs thick and strong. He lifted his t-shirt and frowned; the only thing he really yearned was a good set of abs. He had a flat hard stomach and his hips had a sculpted V leading down into his shorts but the six-pack was no where near as pronounced as he would like.
He let his hand slide into his baggy training shorts and felt his cock harden slightly. Grinning he waggled it through the grey material of his shorts. Sean was incredibly well hung and he loved it. The reaction from his mates at school had been a mix of jealousy and making fun of him, calling him tripod. At first he'd been embarrassed by his massive dick, especially when showering after a game or going swimming but, now, he wanted to make the most of his luck. He thought back to his relationship with Sophie. He'd been faithful to her but she'd never been keen on sex; told him he was too big and girls didn't like big dicks. He'd believed her and felt grateful for their short sessions and spent a lot of time at home wanking out his frustrations.
But things had changed literally 24 hours ago. On his last day at the gym, he'd decided to use the pool. Clad in his tiny black speedos, he'd swum twenty lengths as hard and as fast as he could, then pulled himself up out of the pool, his body pulsing with the effort. He'd stood at the side of the pool getting his breath back and become aware of a girl watching him. She must have been almost thirty and he suddenly felt a little shy in front of her, barely dressed.
'Alright,' he'd grinned, not yet realising how powerfully sexy his smile was.
'Hi.' She'd smiled back and he'd allowed his eyes to run from her toes, up her slim legs to the tight crevice of her bikini bottoms and up over her firm stomach to her large tits. 'I haven't seen you using the pool before.'
'I...' Sean had momentarily stuttered, entranced by her tits and realising this was the first girl he'd paid any attention to since Sophie had dumped him. 'Yeah, I usually just use the weights room.'
'I can see,' she'd smiled. 'So are you new to the gym?'
'No actually, er, I'm off to uni tomorrow.'
'Really? How exciting.'
She'd moved up close to him and suddenly her hand was squeezing the front of his speedos.
'My god, the girls at uni are gonna love you.'
And suddenly he was in the sauna with her, his speedos round his ankles, as he fucked the girl with all the pent up desire of the last seven weeks. No foreplay just rough hard sex and her shouting out praise for his big hard dick.
At that point, Sean had realised that he needed to make the most of uni.
Continuing to unpack, he hung up his clothes, arranged his toiletries, made the bed, and hooked up his sound system. Opening his last bag, he stashed his rugby gear in a separate cupboard. He loved the game and couldn’t wait to join the uni team. He remembered his first match at the age of ten, not entirely sure he liked the game but joining in to please his dad. He'd hung back a bit during the match, wondering if the adults were enjoying the game more than their children. But then the ball had suddenly fallen through the air and into his hands like a precious gift. He'd caught it instinctively and ran, cradling the ball like it might break, feeling it was his and no-one else's. The other players were just as small as he was at the time but he'd barged through them, knocking them to the ground, looked behind, saw an opposition player racing towards him, then leaped through the air, hit the line perfectly and slid with joy through the muddy grass as he scored his first try and heard the crowd erupt with cheers. There'd only been about fifty people watching and most of the noise was from his father but it had felt right and he hadn't given up playing since.
Girls and rugby. It was what he wanted most at this point in his life. And university was going to give them to him.
