1. Desmond's First Cock


    Date: 4/16/2018, Categories: Gay, Author: BattleRavyn, Source: LushStories

    My name is Desmond Cromwell and I was about to embark on a crazy four years full of new experiences. It was my Freshman year of college and I had enrolled at a prestigious all-male Alma Mater. I had gotten in on a swimming scholarship and had sadly been forced to break up with my long term sweetheart due to the distance and her inability to understand that I needed a change of scenery from our little hamlet life. I was eighteen and ready to take on a new chapter of my life of independence. I was determined to reinvent myself and thought that the best time to do that was with my new dorm mate. His name was Nathanial. He was nineteen and was one year ahead of me, with chestnut hair, hazel blue eyes, and a nicely chiseled jaw. He was very popular. I figured he would be a great way “in” to the social scene. Lucky for me, he was also on the swim team, so I was able to spend a lot of time in his company without it feeling like I was clinging on to him. He was on the butterfly relay squad and seemed to be their ace in the hole. His times were amazing and he was on track for the next Olympic qualifiers. I will admit I had a total man-crush on him. At least that’s what I told myself. I didn’t realize at the time that my feelings for him ran so much hotter and deeper. He had this, let’s call it a habit, of walking around the dorm naked or nearly so, and he seemed so comfortable in his skin that he took every opportunity to flaunt his six-foot-one, toned body around. At first, it ... didn’t bother me, but one day as he exited the bath I caught sight of a semi-erection before he wrapped a towel around himself. I had never noted his size before, but on this occasion, I was made aware of the fact that Nathanial was definitely a grower, not a show-er. It caused things to tighten in my lower body and I also started to sport a stiffy. I quickly hid the evidence with one of my textbooks, embarrassed. After that day I made it a point to be in the room whenever I knew he was going to be showering, just so I could hopefully once again catch sight of his aroused member. The memory haunted me. I use to fantasize about it at night slowly stroking myself, wondering what it would feel like in my hand. How big would it be fully aroused? My thoughts then began going even deeper into the fantasy when I started thinking about what it would taste like. I would usually blow my load after thinking about sucking him off. I thought all my fantasies and nightly flogging were happening so covertly, but after about two months I was finally called out on it. Nathanial once more came strolling into the room, a towel around his waist, using another one to dry his head. My eyes, as usual, were drawn to his crotch, and I wasn’t disappointed to see the towel slightly tenting. He smiled a small smile and draped the second towel around his neck. I briefly made eye contact with him and quickly looked away, trying to make myself look busy while blushing. He chuckled low and sat across from me on ...
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