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My name is Sev. Thirteen years ago I was 18 going on 19. In college, I was the quintessential all-American jock—muscular, disciplined, and fiercely competitive on the football field as a freshman. But beneath my tough exterior, I harbored a secret that gnawed at me every day. I was deeply attracted to men, something I kept hidden from my teammates and everyone around me for another year. Being closeted was tough, especially when my eyes would often wander to Jake, a lean and intellectually captivating guy who was everything I wanted but couldn’t openly pursue. He wasn't too skinny but he certainly was not thick and muscular like me. Nowadays you can just describe him as cut.
Jake was different from me in almost every way. He was smart, confident, and unapologetically himself. I first noticed him in one of our shared classes, his quick wit and sharp mind always on display. The more I watched him, the more I realized I wanted him—desperately. It was an attraction I couldn’t control, and soon my desire turned into an obsession. You know what got me, he was in front of me in a film class and his shirt was so tight over his 5% fat back muscles and they were so defined that I was erect every single day just sitting behind him in class.
My pursuit of Jake was anything but subtle. It started with glances and quickly escalated to me finding excuses to be near him. I'd strategically position myself in study groups and parties, always watching, always waiting for the perfect moment. My friends (mostly girls) would joke about me needing a distraction from football, not realizing the truth behind my actions.
One evening, after a particularly grueling practice, I spotted Jake at this bagel place that is open late--kind of like breakfast for dinner. He was sitting alone, nursing a plain bagel with maple syrup schmear and engrossed in a book. I felt a rush of adrenaline and made my way over to him. We talked for hours, the conversation flowing effortlessly. The tension between us was palpable, and when we finally parted ways, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.
The next day, I cornered Jake after that film class. I invited him to my off campus apartment under the pretense of needing help with an assignment. As soon as he walked in, I felt the air crackle with anticipation. We sat close on the couch, our thighs brushing against each other, the contact sending electric jolts through my body. I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned in, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. Jake responded immediately, his hands tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer. He was obviously gay but I really wanted to top him and wasn't so sure about the aggressiveness he was displaying. The kiss was hungry, desperate, as if we were both starved for this moment. I thought to myself this dude hot as fuck.
I pushed him back onto the couch, my hands roaming over his body. He moaned softly as I kissed down his neck, my lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I tugged at his shirt, impatient to feel his skin against mine. He helped me, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside.
I paused for a moment, taking in the sight of him. He was beautiful, his lean muscles flexing under my gaze. He was maybe 5 feet 9 and totally smooth and hairless except of course for his pits and crotch. I kissed him again, deeper this time, my hands exploring every inch of him. When I reached his jeans, I hesitated for a moment before unbuttoning them, sliding them down along with his boxers. His arousal was evident. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him slowly at first, then faster as his breathing grew ragged at this point he was fully erect.
He reached for my own pants, and I quickly discarded them, our bodies finally pressing together. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel my control slipping. I positioned myself between his legs, my heart pounding in my chest. I told him I needed his hole and he lifted these tree-trunk legs to reveal the most delicious red rose hole I have ever seen upon a canvas of hairless perfection. Although this was not my first time and not my first time topping I knew some basics so I whispered some instruction to him (like why the fuck was I whispering with no one there) and he obliged and went to the bathroom to clean his hole using my tools and my special cleaning formula (witch hazel and a spritz of creed cologne). When he returned I went to town on his ass so quick pushing my tongue into his hole, in and out, up and down, I think I even wrote the fucking alphabet in English AND in Cyrillic. It was so warm and so tasty. I knew this topping was going to be good. My own cock grew swollen with anticipation, I could feel all my blood rushing to my cock. I grabbed some Swiss Navy put on a condom (pre-PrEP y'all) and just went all in.
The tightness as I entered him was almost too much to bear. He gasped, his nails digging into my skin, but I kept going, unable to stop. The pleasure was intense, every thrust sending waves of ecstasy through me. Jake matched my rhythm, his moans filling the room as we moved together. Our bodies collided with increasing intensity, the heat and friction driving us both to the edge but we never came. The fucking lasted for a while and in several positions. I fucked him missionary and this is where my obsession with eye contact starting there was something so primal about fucking a man and looking onto his eyes. Then we moved to pile driving with me above and him looking up at me and finally he was on top of me sitting on my cock and riding me so hard. Through out the fucking we never lost the eye contact and he was a loud one. He was begging for cock and I gave him all I had.
I leaned down to kiss him, our tongues tangling as our bodies meshed. The intensity built until neither of us could hold back any longer. He was first, I felt him tighten around me, his muscles contracting as he cried out, his voice hoarse with passion and unloaded his hot jizz all over my abs. The sensation of the splashing of teenage cum upon my stomach pushed me over the edge, and I pulled out, took off the condom and he quickly stuck his face under my balls. His lips upon my dick he opened his mouth and then it happened. I exploded into his mouth. Every fucking drop of my thick milky white load splashed into his mouth all over his teeth and tongue it went and then he did something that astonished me. He devoured my entire cock into his mouth and swallowed every drop as if it was a milkshake at a diner. He was so hungry for my dick and I for his hole. Jake and I would go on to have 2 more fuck sessions that night before going to bed at 4:30 in the morning. After all three times, we lay there afterward, our bodies entwined and slick with sweat. I could feel his heart beating against mine, a steady rhythm that anchored me. For the first time in a long time, I felt at peace and we woke up at noon just in time for lunch. My first college topping experience went well and this helped me greatly to come out the following year.
Jake was different from me in almost every way. He was smart, confident, and unapologetically himself. I first noticed him in one of our shared classes, his quick wit and sharp mind always on display. The more I watched him, the more I realized I wanted him—desperately. It was an attraction I couldn’t control, and soon my desire turned into an obsession. You know what got me, he was in front of me in a film class and his shirt was so tight over his 5% fat back muscles and they were so defined that I was erect every single day just sitting behind him in class.
My pursuit of Jake was anything but subtle. It started with glances and quickly escalated to me finding excuses to be near him. I'd strategically position myself in study groups and parties, always watching, always waiting for the perfect moment. My friends (mostly girls) would joke about me needing a distraction from football, not realizing the truth behind my actions.
One evening, after a particularly grueling practice, I spotted Jake at this bagel place that is open late--kind of like breakfast for dinner. He was sitting alone, nursing a plain bagel with maple syrup schmear and engrossed in a book. I felt a rush of adrenaline and made my way over to him. We talked for hours, the conversation flowing effortlessly. The tension between us was palpable, and when we finally parted ways, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.
The next day, I cornered Jake after that film class. I invited him to my off campus apartment under the pretense of needing help with an assignment. As soon as he walked in, I felt the air crackle with anticipation. We sat close on the couch, our thighs brushing against each other, the contact sending electric jolts through my body. I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned in, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. Jake responded immediately, his hands tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer. He was obviously gay but I really wanted to top him and wasn't so sure about the aggressiveness he was displaying. The kiss was hungry, desperate, as if we were both starved for this moment. I thought to myself this dude hot as fuck.
I pushed him back onto the couch, my hands roaming over his body. He moaned softly as I kissed down his neck, my lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I tugged at his shirt, impatient to feel his skin against mine. He helped me, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside.
I paused for a moment, taking in the sight of him. He was beautiful, his lean muscles flexing under my gaze. He was maybe 5 feet 9 and totally smooth and hairless except of course for his pits and crotch. I kissed him again, deeper this time, my hands exploring every inch of him. When I reached his jeans, I hesitated for a moment before unbuttoning them, sliding them down along with his boxers. His arousal was evident. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him slowly at first, then faster as his breathing grew ragged at this point he was fully erect.
He reached for my own pants, and I quickly discarded them, our bodies finally pressing together. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel my control slipping. I positioned myself between his legs, my heart pounding in my chest. I told him I needed his hole and he lifted these tree-trunk legs to reveal the most delicious red rose hole I have ever seen upon a canvas of hairless perfection. Although this was not my first time and not my first time topping I knew some basics so I whispered some instruction to him (like why the fuck was I whispering with no one there) and he obliged and went to the bathroom to clean his hole using my tools and my special cleaning formula (witch hazel and a spritz of creed cologne). When he returned I went to town on his ass so quick pushing my tongue into his hole, in and out, up and down, I think I even wrote the fucking alphabet in English AND in Cyrillic. It was so warm and so tasty. I knew this topping was going to be good. My own cock grew swollen with anticipation, I could feel all my blood rushing to my cock. I grabbed some Swiss Navy put on a condom (pre-PrEP y'all) and just went all in.
The tightness as I entered him was almost too much to bear. He gasped, his nails digging into my skin, but I kept going, unable to stop. The pleasure was intense, every thrust sending waves of ecstasy through me. Jake matched my rhythm, his moans filling the room as we moved together. Our bodies collided with increasing intensity, the heat and friction driving us both to the edge but we never came. The fucking lasted for a while and in several positions. I fucked him missionary and this is where my obsession with eye contact starting there was something so primal about fucking a man and looking onto his eyes. Then we moved to pile driving with me above and him looking up at me and finally he was on top of me sitting on my cock and riding me so hard. Through out the fucking we never lost the eye contact and he was a loud one. He was begging for cock and I gave him all I had.
I leaned down to kiss him, our tongues tangling as our bodies meshed. The intensity built until neither of us could hold back any longer. He was first, I felt him tighten around me, his muscles contracting as he cried out, his voice hoarse with passion and unloaded his hot jizz all over my abs. The sensation of the splashing of teenage cum upon my stomach pushed me over the edge, and I pulled out, took off the condom and he quickly stuck his face under my balls. His lips upon my dick he opened his mouth and then it happened. I exploded into his mouth. Every fucking drop of my thick milky white load splashed into his mouth all over his teeth and tongue it went and then he did something that astonished me. He devoured my entire cock into his mouth and swallowed every drop as if it was a milkshake at a diner. He was so hungry for my dick and I for his hole. Jake and I would go on to have 2 more fuck sessions that night before going to bed at 4:30 in the morning. After all three times, we lay there afterward, our bodies entwined and slick with sweat. I could feel his heart beating against mine, a steady rhythm that anchored me. For the first time in a long time, I felt at peace and we woke up at noon just in time for lunch. My first college topping experience went well and this helped me greatly to come out the following year.
