Paul
Paul and I were fellow Students at Uni. I was attracted to him from the first time I saw him at our first lecture. We started going out for a few social drinks, but as time went by, we ended up at his bed sit, one Saturday afternoon.
By this time, I had started to come out of my shell, thanks to my counselling. I had begun to look and dress more feminine. I felt at home in this vibrant Student City and didn’t stand out. My tall, slim figure helped, but before my hormone treatments kicked in, I was flat as board, though my butt was always cute, if I have to blow my own trumpet
… ... ... ...
I came out of his bathroom in just my underwear. Paul was sitting on the edge of the bed in only his boxers. I stared at him briefly before glancing down, his hand moved to my arm to gently rub it. He smiled at my embarrassment. He stood up and kissed me softly on my forehead.
"There's no pressure to do anything you don't want to.” He said, “We'll go slow. Okay? No pressure."
His voice was so warm and deep. I allowed myself to melt into him as he reassured me, I could feel the stubble on his chin graze my forehead as he spoke.
I nod. "Okay."
"Let's start with something simple." He said.
He put a finger beneath my chin and gently lifted my lips to his, kissing me. I pressed against him, holding him tight. He had an intoxicating musky scent. A mix of perspiration, soap and shampoo. We just kissed, locked in our embrace.
Finally, we pulled apart.
"How was that?"
"That was OK" I said.
My face started to blush when he looked down to see my cock, now hard against my pink and striped lace underwear, sticking up out of the top of them.
"Good." He grinned as he looked into my blushing face "Let's try going a little further."
He pulled off his boxers, and his large, hard cock sprang out.
We stood silent for a moment, both looking at each other. Then, reaching out with my fingers, I touched the tip of his dick, and knelt down in front of him, looking at every inch of his body, his physique was so muscular and arousing.
I opened my mouth and gave his cock a small lick, tasting the skin. And then another, up the length of his shaft, and another, taking the whole of his glans into my mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair, and I started to bob up and down the length of his cock, he gave a deep moan. I continued this blissful act for several minutes, just slow and gentle on him, I could feel my heart pounding so hard, I’ve always loved oral most of all.
"You're going to finish me off if you keep doing that." He pulled his cock out of my mouth, I looked up and blinked in surprise by his actions. He simply grinned, with that awesome smile he had and said "I want to help you get off too."
I started to protest, I was happy to keep sucking his dick, but he cut me off, ordering me onto the bed. So I clambered on and laid on my back.
He followed, positioning himself above me and began to kiss me, starting at my lips and working his way down my neck, chest, stomach, until he finally came to my genitals, still straining in my underwear. He looked back into my eyes, hooked his thumbs in my panties and pulled them up and off my legs, whirled them round his fingers, before tossing them to the side of the room, with a triumphant grin.
"Turn around." He whispered in his husky voice. I did, sticking my butt in the air, pressing myself against the bed.
He reached over for the lube beside his bed and pouring it on his hands, he ran them gently across my bottom. I shivered. A wave of arousal came up from my genitals, through my stomach and radiated out throughout my body. I wiggled my hips in anticipation. Finally, he positioned his cock at the entrance of my hole, and, pressing against me, he began to stretch me wide around him. I bit my lower lip and let out a moan of pleasure as his dick entered me.
He gripped me firmly around my hips, his thumbs pressed into my back. He thrusts into me and I push back, our bodies locked, straining against each other. He starts slow for a time, but then moves faster and faster, deeper and deeper. I’m panting with sheer pleasure. He growls at me, his intention to fuck me, to cum inside me. I mutter half formed words, as I beg him to impale me deeper and faster.
With a final thrust, he pressed into me, I can feel his cock pulsating as he cums inside me, pushing up hard against my prostate. These final movements are enough to drive me to my own orgasm and I cum, burying my face into the pillow, as I spray my watery cum against his bedsheets.
By this time, I had started to come out of my shell, thanks to my counselling. I had begun to look and dress more feminine. I felt at home in this vibrant Student City and didn’t stand out. My tall, slim figure helped, but before my hormone treatments kicked in, I was flat as board, though my butt was always cute, if I have to blow my own trumpet
… ... ... ...
I came out of his bathroom in just my underwear. Paul was sitting on the edge of the bed in only his boxers. I stared at him briefly before glancing down, his hand moved to my arm to gently rub it. He smiled at my embarrassment. He stood up and kissed me softly on my forehead.
"There's no pressure to do anything you don't want to.” He said, “We'll go slow. Okay? No pressure."
His voice was so warm and deep. I allowed myself to melt into him as he reassured me, I could feel the stubble on his chin graze my forehead as he spoke.
I nod. "Okay."
"Let's start with something simple." He said.
He put a finger beneath my chin and gently lifted my lips to his, kissing me. I pressed against him, holding him tight. He had an intoxicating musky scent. A mix of perspiration, soap and shampoo. We just kissed, locked in our embrace.
Finally, we pulled apart.
"How was that?"
"That was OK" I said.
My face started to blush when he looked down to see my cock, now hard against my pink and striped lace underwear, sticking up out of the top of them.
"Good." He grinned as he looked into my blushing face "Let's try going a little further."
He pulled off his boxers, and his large, hard cock sprang out.
We stood silent for a moment, both looking at each other. Then, reaching out with my fingers, I touched the tip of his dick, and knelt down in front of him, looking at every inch of his body, his physique was so muscular and arousing.
I opened my mouth and gave his cock a small lick, tasting the skin. And then another, up the length of his shaft, and another, taking the whole of his glans into my mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair, and I started to bob up and down the length of his cock, he gave a deep moan. I continued this blissful act for several minutes, just slow and gentle on him, I could feel my heart pounding so hard, I’ve always loved oral most of all.
"You're going to finish me off if you keep doing that." He pulled his cock out of my mouth, I looked up and blinked in surprise by his actions. He simply grinned, with that awesome smile he had and said "I want to help you get off too."
I started to protest, I was happy to keep sucking his dick, but he cut me off, ordering me onto the bed. So I clambered on and laid on my back.
He followed, positioning himself above me and began to kiss me, starting at my lips and working his way down my neck, chest, stomach, until he finally came to my genitals, still straining in my underwear. He looked back into my eyes, hooked his thumbs in my panties and pulled them up and off my legs, whirled them round his fingers, before tossing them to the side of the room, with a triumphant grin.
"Turn around." He whispered in his husky voice. I did, sticking my butt in the air, pressing myself against the bed.
He reached over for the lube beside his bed and pouring it on his hands, he ran them gently across my bottom. I shivered. A wave of arousal came up from my genitals, through my stomach and radiated out throughout my body. I wiggled my hips in anticipation. Finally, he positioned his cock at the entrance of my hole, and, pressing against me, he began to stretch me wide around him. I bit my lower lip and let out a moan of pleasure as his dick entered me.
He gripped me firmly around my hips, his thumbs pressed into my back. He thrusts into me and I push back, our bodies locked, straining against each other. He starts slow for a time, but then moves faster and faster, deeper and deeper. I’m panting with sheer pleasure. He growls at me, his intention to fuck me, to cum inside me. I mutter half formed words, as I beg him to impale me deeper and faster.
With a final thrust, he pressed into me, I can feel his cock pulsating as he cums inside me, pushing up hard against my prostate. These final movements are enough to drive me to my own orgasm and I cum, burying my face into the pillow, as I spray my watery cum against his bedsheets.
4 years ago
