First Time Gay At Harvard

My first time happened during my freshman year of college, and is kind of funny when I look back on it now. It happened only two years ago (I am a junior now) but it seems like a very long time in terms of how far I have come along since then.

In high school, I had played sports. Baseball season was my favorite, and I thoroughly enjoyed every aspect of the sport (not least of all the great view I was afforded after practice in the showers and locker room). A few of my buddies on the baseball and basketball teams and I had fooled around a little before, especially during sleepovers at my house, but it had never really been anything other than adoloescent jack off sessions, and an occasional blowjob given or received when one of us was "between girlfriends". In other words, we were just good buddies helping each other out, helping each other to get our rocks off at a time when any little thing can make you horny.

Well, now I was in college, and surrounded by guys from all across the country. Wow, what a sight! I had grown up in a small rural community, and was not really used to seeing so many people. The guys on my teams had been good-looking, but most of them were not too bright or entertaining, other than to look at. Now I was surrounded by studs who not only were athletic, but who also had some intelligence and wit to them as well.

During athletic seasons in high school, when I would admire and lust after a teammate's body, I had come to realize that I might enjoy the sexual encounters with my teammates more than they did. I had girlfriends just like they did, but never really enjoyed fooling around with them nearly as much as with my buddies. This had really begun to bother me toward the end of my senior year. When I got to college, though, I could no longer deny that I was attracted to other guys more than I was to women.

But, I did not do anything about it. I had no clue how to. I wasn't even sure I wanted to. I mean, fooling around with kids you have grown up with and played sports with all of your life is one thing. Trying to get something started with one of those guys on my campus might get me killed!

So it was much to my surprise one November afternoon, when I sat down to use the bathroom in the undergraduate library, and discovered that the freshman rumors about college bathrooms were true. Mind you, I did not go in to the bathroom with this thought on my mind. It was not until I sat down, and noticed the hole in the stall wall that my mind began to race.

The light in front of that hole kept changing, like someone was moving in front of it!!!!! I leaned forward a little bit, and was shocked to see, for a fleeting minute, someone's eye on the other side. I leaned back and took my breath in short gasps. My heart was pounding very fast. I'm sure the color drained out of my face as I realized that a total stranger had been watching me, looking at my cock.

After a few seconds, I leaned forward again to see the eye (blue) looking through the hole yet again. I felt my cock begin to stir, and covered it up a little with my shirt and arm. Then I leaned forward, and grinned weakly at the eye. I could just make out that the other person was smiling back.

I really had no clue what to do. As I was debating what I should do, I heard the sound of paper underfoot, and looked down to see a piece of tissue paper with writing on it, and a pen. Nervously, I took the paper, which read (creatively enough): "You're very hot. What do you like to do?"

I knew what I liked to do.....but I had no idea if the body and face attached to that blue eye were worth risking.....geez, I didn't even know what I WAS risking....expulsion? outing? arrest? This kind of thing seemed illegal. As if he read my mind, the other guy pulled back from the hole, and I myself looked through it. In one glance, I took in his hot cock (which he was pumping slowly and silently), his strong thighs, and enuff of his face to tell me this was definitely worth the risk.

I sent the paper back under the stall reading: "I'm very new at this. Never done more than jack off a buddy. But curious."

He zipped his jeans, whispered, follow me (we were the only two in the room), and stepped out of the stall, and out of the bathroom. Sweating and nervous, I fumbled with my pants, checked my appearance in the mirror, and stepped outside.

There he was, waiting for me at a little distance up the hall of the library, about to turn the corner to go upstairs. I followed at a discrete distance.

He did not stop until he got to the small classrooms on the top floor. Once there, he opened up one of the rooms, and slipped inside. I followed, not really knowing what to expect.

Once inside, he locked the door and turned to me. "Nervous?"

"Yes, a little. My name's Dave, what's yours?"

"Mike. What year are you?"

"A freshman. And you?"

With a shocked expression, Mike replied, "A freshman?!?!?!? Oh my gosh, I... I didn't realize. You looked like an upperclassman."

"Why? What's the matter? I'm 18." I grinned.

"No, it's not that. It's just that, well.....I'm a freshman proctor."

Well, that blew MY mind. This guy looked no older than 20 or 21. But then the full force of what he said hit me. This guy was a freshman proctor. An officer of the college had just propositioned me. I didn't know for sure but I figured there must be some kind of Harvard regulation against this.

"Oh, God! Am I in trouble?" I was totally serious, but this seemed to make Mike laugh.

"Hell, no, I would be the one in trouble here, not you." He smiled. "So, what do you want to do?"

I thought about that for a second. This guy held weekly meetings with MY proctor, and I wondered just what kind of personal information could be exchanged at those meetings. I feared being outed. But this guy couldn't betray the confidence placed in him as an officer, could he?

Besides, this guy was drop-dead gorgeous. If being a hunk qualified you to guide incoming freshmen through the intricacies of Harvard, this guy was an overachiever. Those great blue eyes were set in a boyish face, with cute dimples and blond hair. His body was strong and muscular, he was about my height (six feet tall) and probably weighed in at about 185 lbs. It was evident he worked out, because his whole body was very nicely toned.

"Let's go ahead," I said.

With that, he reached over and hugged me, drawing me to him. He began to grind our cocks together through our jeans, while he explored my back, ass, and neck with his hands. I did that to him too, not really sure of what to do. After a few minutes, he reached down and surprised me with a kiss. That really flipped me out at first (I had never kissed a guy before) but this guy was good. In no time, he was fumbling with my button flies and groping and fondling my cock and balls.

I just groaned with pleasure, and did that to him to. I was so nervous that he had to undo his own fly, but once it was open, I lost no time in pushing his jeans down his thighs and grabbing his cock. This was familiar to me (although with less passion) with my jack off buddies. I have to admit that I was pretty good at hand jobs even at that point.

In a minute or two, he sank to his knees and began to lick the shaft and balls of my cock. I had received blowjobs from both girlfriends and buddies, but this was incredible. His hands traced the soft spot behind my balls, along my ribs, teased my ass crack. In fact, his hands seemed to be everywhere.

I moaned with pleasure, but couldn't help wondering what was up when he got up again without having once put my cock INSIDE his mouth. I didn't have much time to wonder though, because the look in his eyes told me he wanted me to suck him now. I had always wanted to suck my teammates, but as captain of the team, knew that I could not do that. It was a macho hierarchy thing, but it was a rule that the entire team pretty much understood.

The captain did not suck cock.

Now, here I had my chance to fulfill those fantasies that I jacked off to at night. I licked the front of his briefs with my tongue, teasing his cock through the cotton. He looked surprised and muttered something about "Thought you hadn't done this before." I laughed and looked at him with an impish grin....."Always wanted to though!"

I slowly removed his briefs and licked him up and down, just like he had done me. I relaxed a little, and then remembered how good it felt to have his hands exploring my body at the same time that his tongued me. I did this to him now, and got a noticeable effect. Finally, I had to try to bob on his cock. I pulled his cock (probably about 7 inches) down to the horizontal, and put it in my mouth. Mike let me suck on it until I had my nose touching his pubes at the base of his cock, and I felt his dick tickling the back of my throat, and gagged a little. He sensed this and pulled out. When I went to put it back in, he said, "No"

I was kind of stumped and stood up. He began to dress himself again. I did the same, not sure why we had stopped.

Mike explained that he did not have a condom, and that he did not want my first experience to be unsafe. I really respected him for that, and we talked for a while about what I had done so far, and what I would like to try. Mike and I never got back together for an encounter again, because he really did not like the idea of having sex with a freshman. He looked me up the next year, but by that time, I was sort of involved with another guy. I am still not out, and I look back very fondly on that first time, although I am a lot less uptight about being outed or discovered now than then. Hope you enjoyed the story. It is absolutely true, and the ending is abrupt here only because the ending of the experience was as well.

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written by smith